When Cammie woke up the next morning the first thing she noticed was Townsend. He was sitting on the couch watching the television, which he had turned onto the Channel 8 News. Cammie blankly stared at him, wondering what he was doing in her room and who had let him in. She was lucky that he hadn't noticed she was awake yet. She took the small bit of time to figure out what she was going to do, and due to the fact that she had just woken up and wasn't able to think straight, she settled with a "Hi, Coach Townsend."

He turned with a jolt, realizing she was awake. "Call me Edward." He said, a little bit too friendly for Cammie's liking. She wrinkled her nose at the thought of being in a first name relationship with her gym coach. That wasn't going to happen anytime soon. After Cammie didn't reply Townsend continued, "Your mom sent me to come check on you. She isn't allowed out of her room yet, although she is recovering rapidly."

Cammie nodded hesitantly, then before she could stop herself she blurted out, "Why did she tell the doctor I'm an anorexic?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth she regreted them. She wasn't even supposed to know about the papers, was she?

Townsend blinked at Cammie for a second or two, then composing himself he told her firmly, "She told Dr. Smith what she knew, not that you were anorexic, Cammie. You shouldn't assume such things about Rachel." Cammie cringed again. Since when had her mother and Coach gotten on a first-name basis? That was just plain scary.

Cammie rolled her eyes and turned to the television, scanning over the text at the bottom of the screen. "You can leave now." She said in a monotonous voice. "I don't need you here." She watched him nod out of the corner of her eye as he got up. She continued to stare at the screen when he walked out the door, determined to ignore him.

"Maybe you should try to be more open, Cammie. You can't keep everything bottled up inside you, because sooner or later it's all going to come out. He said"And it's not going to be the pretty." With this he walked out, shutting the door quietly.

Cammie rolled her eyes but she couldn't help the gut feeling that he was right. She was keeping all of her confusion, sadness, and anger inside of her. She could feel it pushing at the seams, just waiting to come rushing out. And like Townsend had said, it wasn't going to pretty. At all. She actually wanted to let it all out, but to who? No one would understand... Macey would tell her to suck it up, Bex would give her a pep talk relating to her experience with sports, Liz might give her sympathy and a theory of how to fix everything scientifically, and Lexi would listen then go off on a funny story about herself to try and cheer Cammie up. Cammie didn't know who exactly to turn to, but thought that maybe Lexi would help the most. Cammie needed a laugh at a time like this.

Cammie sighed, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels available. The hospital had cable, so Cammie settled for a kiddish Disney show. She zoned out, the sounds of the kids laughing on the TV fading. She stared out the window watching a flock of birds fly across the horizon. She wanted to talk to Lexi the next day, but she wasn't sure how to. Just sit and spill it all out? That would never work.

Sometimes Cammie wished she could start the year over, pretend the past week never happened. That she hadn't messed up with Zach, that her mom hadn't gotten into that fatal car crash, that she hadn't just passed out after running her race (from lack of food or otherwise...), and that she never ever was going to be diagnosed with anorexia. Cammie was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of a door opening. Bracing herself for another visit from Townsend was pointless, as it was just the nurse. As she stepped in, Cammie read the cheery yet experienced-looking lady's badge, Mrs. Dabney. Cammie smiled hesitantly at the older lady.

In just a few seconds Mrs. Dabney began to talk, gushing about all the flowers and notes that Cammie had been sent, but Cammie couldn't care less. She just wanted to see the doctor who had diagnosed her with anorexia. Then she could get things straight with him and go back home. The uninterest seemed to show on Cammie's face, because Mrs. Dabney's voice lost an ounce of its cheerfulness. "Well, Cammie, you have the choice of eating in the residential cafeteria or having your lunch brought to your room."

Cammie forced a smile, "I'll have it brought up here if that's okay with you." Mrs. Dabney nodded and smiled again, her bright green eyes shining. She obviously enjoyed her job a lot. Cammie smiled back, her smile a little less forced than before. "Thanks, Mrs. Dabney," She said.

As soon as the door closed Cammie found herself smiling. If she had been given the choice of the cafeteria her body must not be as weak as she had thought. Maybe she would be allowed to leave soon. A few minutes later a plate of lukewarm turkey and buttered corn was given to her along with a fork, a spoon, and a glass of lemonade. She gulped it down hastily, glancing at the door every once in a while, not really paying attention to her food. When she finished she placed her plate to the side and pressed the small blue button like she had been told to.

In about ten minutes a man in a white coat who Cammie assumed was her doctor walked through the door. Cammie tried to subtly slide her gaze to his nametag, but he quickly covered it with his clipboard. When Cammie met his eyes, the were sparkling. Cammie was taken aback at his behavior, it seemed so playful compared to the older doctor that had first diagnosed Cammie with anorexia. She found herself liking this doctor more than she ever thought she would, considering he was the reason for her extended stay.

They chatted amiably for a few minutes and Cammie learned that his name was Dr. Smith. She was thinking this might actually go okay until the dreaded moment came. "Cammie, I have reason to believe that you might be an anorexic. Does this mean anything to you?"

Cammie likening to Dr. Smith almost disappeared entirely. Does this mean anything to me? Of course it does! This is my life we're talking about! Cammie supressed her thoughts, barely managing to keep her face straight. "Yeah, Dr. Smith. It means quite a lot to me." Cammie subconsciously laced sarcasm into her tone, immediately regretting her words.

He grimly nodded. "I thought it might, Cammie. We are thinking of running a few standard tests and if our predictions are correct you can either go back to your private doctor, or pay for one of our own doctors to visit every Friday at 5:00 PM."

Cammie scowled openly. She was not liking Dr. Smith anymore, not at all. It sounded like he was already sure that Cammie was anorexic, and was just being nice to her because he had to. Looking over at him Cammie took in the messed-up-but-not-too-messed-up hair, the eyes that were laced with a bit of artificalness in them, the too wide smile. She nodded to herself, Dr. Smith was officially a typical shrink. She wouldn't ake into consideratoin anything he said from now on. As coldhearted as this sounds, Cammie knew she was making the right decision. The last time she had listened to one of these people she had almost gotten depression- an extremely unlikey thing for a 13 year old.

Dr. Smith began to talk again but Cammie tuned him out, watching the TV instead. When she realized he had stopped talking Cammie asked, "When am I leaving here?"

Dr. Smith looked surprised and Cammie laughed silently. "Well I suppose once we get you a proper cast you can leave, although you are scheduled to come back this weekend for screenings."

Cammie nodded. "When can I get my cast on?" She asked, not making eye contact. If she did, she might believe that he was being sincere, when he really wasn't. That was the thing about shrinks, they were all amazing actors. Not only at poker faces, but being able to fool you into believing that they were sincere. But Cammie was experienced, she knew liars when she saw them.

"Possibly this afternoon." Dr. Smith said. When he recieved no response he awkwardly nodded. Standing up he grabbed Cammie's plate and slipped out the door. Once it shut Cammie could her him muttering to himself. Cammie smiled, this might not be so bad after all.

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Hai. I think I'll be posting a chapter a week from now on. Also, a bunch of people are confused, so I'm going to try and clear things up: Cammie fainted after her race because of dehydration. When she was taken to the hospital they did some tests and out found that she was way below the average weight, and when they went to talk to Cammie's mom she told them about Cammie's extreme dieting and weight loss. So now Dr. Smith thinks Cammie has anorexia, but she doesn't think so.

Anyway, I'm going to write a new story soon. It's gonna be completely AU and the only characters that are going to be in it from the GG series are Cammie and Zach, but they might have different personalities. I already know the plot and I'll start writing it when I finish this. QOTD: books or nooks? Thanks for reading, please review!

- din0