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"Ms. Truscott?" I heard a woman's voice ask softly. I peeled my eye open, the room was still moving. I saw a young looking woman with blond hair pulled back neatly in a bun leaning over me.
"Sweetie, do you know where you are?" She asked. I tried to sit up but was stopped by some guy who was on the other side of me and the blonde nurse leaning over me.
"Careful hun, you're still a bit woozy," She said as she pulled her hand away from my arm. The smell of rubber stained the air. God, where the hell was I. I turned my head to see a needle in my left arm and a male nurse looking at some machine beside me and taking notes on a clipboard. I closed my eyes as the room began to spin again.
"No..." I said quietly.
"You're at Northridge hospital, you were found passed out on the beach," the woman said kindly.
"I... what?" I said opening my eyes.
"You were found on the beach... now can you tell me what day it is?" She asked as took a few steps away from the bed and grabbing a clipboard.
"Who found me?" I asked ignoring her question.
"I'm not sure, you're parents are trying to be contacted though," She said not glancing up from her clipboard.
"Oh," I said quietly as I glanced around the plain room.
"Now hun, do you now what day it is?" she asked flipping through some papers.
"Uhm... Saturday..." I said as I put my hand to my aching head.
"Good, do yo know what month it is?" She asked walking back over to me.
"March," I said looking over at her.
"Great and can you tell me what hospital you're at?" She asked taking a seat in the desk chair that was next to the bed.
"Northridge," I replied.
"Excellent, looks like no mental damage was done," She said smiling at me. I grinned at her even though I thought she was over reacting about this whole thing, I have passed out before and I have never ended up in the hospital because of it. I probably just got over heated from running in a sweat shirt was all, no big deal.
"Oh and by the way, my names Lacey and I will be the nurse in charge of you for now," she said smiling.
"Now we're gonna try and get you sitting up, okay?" Lacey said as she laid the clipboard down in the chair as she stood up.
"Kay," I said as I felt the grip of the male nurse's hand that was standing beside me on my left arm and Lacey's grip on my right as they helped me prop myself up in bed. I got a quick spell of dizziness but the feeling soon passed.
"How you feeling?" Lacey asked.
"Fine," I said as I shrugged my shoulders.
"Fine enough to try standing?" She asked looking far too excited then I thought she should.
"Sure," I said as I gave her a fake grin. Both the nurses gripped onto my and helped me roll out of bed until I was finally standing my own two feet. Wow, what an exciting job these nurses must have, helping poor sixteen year olds stand up all day.
"Alright hun, although everything appears to be okay Dr. Adler still wants us to run a MRI on ya," She said as she grabbed my IV fluids and started walking me out of the room.
"Alright," I said as I gripped onto the male nurses arm as we walked through the crowded hallways of the hospital.
When we finally arrived at the place I assumed I was taking the MRI Lacey pulled out a badge and scanned it allowing the doors to open. The helped me walk in and soon after our entrance the door closed.
"Alright hun, what I'm gonna need you to do is hop onto this scale right here so we can see you're weight," I blinked over at Lacey who had just muttered the word 'scale' off of her lips. Hell no, there was no fucking way I was going to stand on a scale in front of Lacey. She probably weighed like a hundred pounds. I could just see the smirk on her face when I got on that scale and the number on the screen read my weight. I stood there frozen in my tracks, there was no way I was moving on to that scale.
"Ms. Truscott?" the male nurse said as he attempted to lead me to the scale.
"No!" I said as I thrashed my arm out of his grip. I saw Lacey and the guy exchange confused and worried glances. Well here's something to spice up their work life a fat girl trying to escape the evil wrath of the scale.
"Ms. Truscott, honey, you need to get on the scale..." she said as she placed an arm on my shoulder.
"No! Get off me!" I said pushing her hand away. I felt the man touch my arm again, this time his touch harder and more aggressive as he pushed me towards the scale. I tried to plant my feet to the ground but the two nurses strength and although still thrashing and screaming, they had some how managed to get me onto the scale. Lacey pressed a few buttons until I heard the scale start beeping. Probably didn't weigh high enough to measure my weight. The beeping slowed down until silence filled the air. I didn't dare look up at the number. It wold kill me to see it. Lacey's face dropped as did the male nurse.
"I'll get the doctor," Lacey said as she stepped away from the scale. I kept my eyes glued to the ground, too afraid at what I may see if I dared look up.
In a matter of seconds after Lacey had left the room she reappeared this time with an older looking man in a white coat by her side. She whispered something I couldn't hear and then pointed towards the scale with her pen. The doctor nodded and walked over to me.
"Hello Ms. Truscott, I'm Dr. Adler and I just wanted to take a quick look at you to see how your health is," He said walking over to me. He didn't need to tell me, I already knew what he would say, "fat, overweight, obese, pudgy, blimp, whale, bulging..." My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the Doctor mumble a number out of his mouth.
"ninety eight," he said glancing at the scale. Dammit. Had I really gained that much weight since the last time I weighed myself. Shit. It's all because of Jackson, if he hadn't had walked in on me and given me that goddamn lecture then I would have been able to get that damn food out of my stomach before it got a chance to make me fatter. That fucking ass hole, God, I hated him.
"Take her back to her room please," The doctor said as he jotted something down on a few papers he was holding. The male nurse and Lacey nodded as they dragged me out of the room like the whale I was.
As we walked back to the room I could feel every eye on me. Every stare scanning my body. My pale legs which hadn't seen sunlight in nine months were now exposed. My arms which I always tried to hide with over sized sweat shirts were on display for every fucking eye to see. It was as if there was a fucking neon sign above my head saying "LOOKEY HERE! IT'S LILY TRUSCOTT SEE HOW FAT AND UGLY SHE IS!" I could just hear the whispers and laughs as they looked at me waddle down the halls. I could feel the disgusted looks of nurses as they started at the fat that was hanging out of my hospital down. I was disgusting and all I wanted to do at that moment, was die.
A/N: Okay I know, no Lackson at all but I needed to have this chapter in here kind of as a "starter" for next chapter. I don't know if they weigh you before going into an MRI but I decided to put that in to kind show everyone how bad she really was. And I realize that not everyone that is ninety two pounds has an eating disorder but for Lily, it's bad. And also Dr. Adler and Northridge are both real and in Malibu :P
Updates for all my stories may be a little slow this week, I a counselor for a day camp that's starting tomorrow and then after that I'm working night shifts at work so it may get a little hectic but I will try to update soon I swear.
I know this was a kind of crappy chapter && ending but please review and tell me what you think!