Magnus didn't speak to Alec on the drive to the ER. He didn't speak to his mom, who frantically rushed over to him the second that the ambulance pulled up outside the hospital. He didn't say a word to the nurse as she drew his labs or as she attached an IV drip to his arm. He didn't offer any explanation to anyone.
He didn't eat the yogurt and strawberries that was brought up to his room for him.
He refused to drink the supplement that they provided in its place. 360 calories would kill him.
"Hun, if you don't eat something, I'm going to have to put a tube down your nose," his nurse, Caterina, sighed. She looked to be in her late twenties, her hair dyed a stark white and her eyes a piercing blue. Magnus said nothing, and buried his head in his pillow. His arm was throbbing and his head felt like it was splitting open. His stomach rumbled angrily, and Magnus bit his lip to keep from crying. "Mister Bane, I really don't want to force-feed you. If you comply and eat, you'll be able to get out of the hospital that much quicker. I know that you don't want to be here. You need to do this."
Magnus said nothing, but took a shaky sip of the supplement. His lips left bright gold prints on the rim of the cup, and Magnus closed his eyes to keep from crying. He wanted to go home so badly. Home to his makeup and his nail polish and his cat; home to text Alec, who hadn't been allowed to stay with Magnus; home to some sort of normalcy. Home. He needed to go home. So Magnus downed the rest of the drink. It was sickly sweet, and he grimaced. This was going to make him so fat.
"Good boy; see? That wasn't so har—"
"Don't fucking call me that!" Magnus screeched, breaking his temporary vow of silence. Caterina looked startled. Magnus drew a shaky breath. "Can you just leave, now that I ate that?"
"I'm sorry, hun, but I have to stay in here for 45 minutes after meals." Caterina smiled apologetically at him.
"Fuck you." Magnus didn't care that he was being mean. He knew that Caterina was just doing her job, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything right now. He fumbled with his iPhone, and reached into his pockets for his headphones. My nails need to be painted again, Magnus absentmindedly noticed as he put the earbuds in his ear. He had four new texts from Alec, and one from his mom.
Do you want your Cookie Monster or MLP pajamas? his mom had texted him. She had gone home to get some necessities for the hospital stay.
mlp. rainbowdash is badass. and i need my toothbrush and toothpaste and my makeup. all of it pls. brush, adam lambert shirt, blue sweatshirt, slippers, phone charger, etc. just bring whatever. pls feed my cat too pls. Magnus responded.
Are you okay? Magnus read Alec's texts.
Magnus, I'm sorry.
When are you getting out?
Magnus?
Magnus sighed. He didn't really want to respond, but he did: no. i'm not okay. idk when i'm getting out.
Forty more minutes of observation. Magnus scrolled through his music, and chose James Blunt. He was in the mood for depressing music.
Billy's leaving today, don't know where he's going
Holds his head in disgrace, he can't escape the truth
He knows the price that he's paid.
He admits that it's too late to admit that he's afraid.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but he's always open,
To relive time in his mind.
Oh Billy.
Fuck life.
Disclaimer: I do not own the song, or the lyrics (James Blunt, "Billy"). I do not own My Little Pony, or Cookie Monster. I do not own the characters of TMI.
Sorry if this chapter was kind of disorganized.
Please R&R, I'll love you forever.
If you are looking for a sign not to commit suicide tonight, this is it.
