She looked to the clock and nodded, a smile growing on her face. Adam felt a mild smirk grow on his face, knowing why she was so happy about the meal time. It was her chance to see Eli, the boy she was practically in love with. He shook his head and went to the door, turning the handle as it flowed freely, unlocked, only during meals and the short free times. This place was worse than prison. There they had more freedom. Clare took a gentle hold of his wrist and led him through the hallways, not wanting to lose any time with Eli. Adam let her do this because she was caring enough to know that he needed her to go slightly slower than normal. As they found themselves in the cafeteria that had been built in the ward, Adam sighted Clare's love interest, and his friend.
"Hey guys," Eli said as he approached them from the opposite direction of which Clare was looking. Eli was here for his severe depression, his attempts of suicide only started to decrease when Clare and he began to speak. It was quite obvious that he found something that allowed him to see some good in the world. However, his issues were far from being resolved. When Clare landed her gaze on him she ran to him and hugged him tightly, with a smile plastered on her face the entire time. Adam shook his head at this as Eli encircled his arms around the girl.
"Public display of affection," He called out to the cafeteria. The odd person would turn their head, but the rest kept to themselves or their little 'group'. There was a lot of that there. Cliquing, that is. Adam, Clare and Eli made their way to one of the empty tables, talking and laughing. They felt normal at meal time, like any other high school kids.
"So Adam, how bad was it this time?" Eli asked his eyes focused on the table. Adam took in a deep breath and swallowed hard. He knew he would have to tell them eventually, so he guessed now would be the best.
"Well, they amped it up a couple watts this time." He breathed out, his slim fingers found the sores on his temples, and gently felt the tender area around it. His eyes fluttered as some images flashed through his vision. Wrists bound to the plastic framed bed, the saddened looking male nurse holding the prongs to his forehead, and mouth drawn in a firm line. He refused to allow any trace of weakness. He was not a woman, no matter how many times the doctors told him he was. He wasn't. His eyes refocused on worried looking couple. Clare had reached and pulled his hand away from him slowly. He sighed and shook his aching head slightly, not wanting any shooting pains. "Sorry." He mumbled.
"It's alright, you still need to recover." Eli said, completely understanding as usual. Clare's hand had Elis in a vice grip of worry. Adam could only wonder how Eli managed not to yelp at the crushing hold.
"I need some food, if you could call this slop that label." Adam said, standing slowly and rambling to the line. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Clare and Eli turn to each other and start chattering, most likely about him. That was ok, they were his friends and they were only worried. He turned his attention back to the short line, a tray and small plate at hand.
"Good afternoon my dear," the woman said, a grand smile gracing her face. Adam smiled slightly at her, placing his try out for her to put food on it.
"Hey there Faye," he said, witnessing the soupy looking... meal being served to him. Faye chuckled at his expression.
"I know it looks awful, but I can't control it. I can only serve it." She said, a kind look of apology on her features. Adam pursed his lips as he further examined the dull slop. "So I've heard there's going to be a new one coming." Faye said her rather thick brows rising. Everything about Faye was thick, her voice, hair, and body. Her heart and kindness were not neglected in the curse of thickness about her. Adam quirked a brow at her, and questioning for more information in his gesture. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders at him. "All I know is she's a doozy, and a pretty one at that." Adam smiled and nodded at the woman a mischievous glint growing in his eyes.
"Thanks," he said, as he made his way back to his friends. He placed his tray down, already discouraged from eating. He sat and stared at his plate for a moment and looked back up to his friends. They had caught his glace simultaneously. They fell into laughter, all knowing exactly who was thinking what. It was exactly this reason that they were all friends. They were in tune with each other, and knew exactly what was needed from one another.
I know, short. Sorry. But seriously guys, you want me to keep going with this? I need reviews.
