William
The rest of my time in the hospital wasn't awful.
I started to try and eat more, realizing that it's the only way I will be able to leave sooner. The doctor started to threaten to feed me through a stomach tube and I knew it wasn't an empty threat.
My mom started to stay less and less. She'd obviously come after work, but only for an hour before going home.
School was back up and I had to get Lucille to get all my work. A majority of it was assigned on the computer, so I didn't have much trouble keeping up.
I have been here for two and a half weeks and I was finally allowed to leave after 4 since my weight went up enough and I was stable.
Nicholas told me that everyday I looked healthier and not as sick, so that was good,I guess.
The doctor constantly asked me if I wanted to go to a mental unit, but I constantly disagreed. She would leave it alone, but ask again the next day.
Some of the cuts were beginning to heal, some were starting to finally scab over.
My mom told me she set up an appointment with a psychologist this weekend, then told me I'd probably have to go to a psychiatrist then a therapist.
I had to try and keep up with what each did, but I was upset about seeing all of them. I'm going to have to take medicine and talk to a stranger.
Amazing.
"They aren't that bad." Nicholas tells me as I pull my shirt down, glad that I was able to wear proper clothes. "It's better than the school consular."
"Have you been to a therapist?" I questioned, running my fingers through my damp hair. He nodded. "Have you had to take meds?"
Again, he nodded, "I stopped this school year. I took them all freshmen and sophomore year. Mainly for just PTSD and anxiety."
I frown, walking over to him. "Did they work?"
"Not at first," he starts, grabbing my hand to kiss it. "I had to change up my prescription a few times. After a month, they'd make an appointment to see if they're working. Took nearly 6 months because I tried to make them work and didn't listen. But I eventually got the right ones."
"Oh." I mumble, looking around the empty hospital room. "I'm glad you're okay now."
He smiles, pressing a kiss to my head, "thanks. I want you to be okay, though. Just try and cooperate, your parents just wants what's best."
I nodded, wrapping my arms around his waist. I was so glad he was here, I haven't seen him much since school started.
We've been together for a little over a month and he hasn't changed a bit, so that was a major relief. I really liked him and was more than happy to be with him everyday.
"My mom's going to be here very soon." Nicholas tells me, giving me a tight squeeze. "She's really happy to see you."
I was going home with Nicholas's mom since my parents (mainly my mom) were tired of me. My mom became friends with Nicholas's, so that was good.
I was just going to spend the evening with Nick and his mom, including having dinner. Part of me was excited, another part of me dreaded it.
Eating has been constantly a battle. Sometimes I wouldn't eat for the entire day, sometimes I'd eat almost every meal and a good amount, it just depends.
"That's good. I can't wait to leave." I finally reply. My parents filled out the release papers this morning after I got weighed, so I was just dressing and waiting for Nick's mom.
