A/n: So these chapters I have been writing for this story have been really short, but I don't feel like anyone is reading, so I don't think it really matters. BUT this story is slowly coming to and end, probably 1 or 2 more chapters and it'll be over. So… yeah. Oh and BTW this is set a little bit in the present as you will read on into the chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING!!
A nurse that I now know by name comes in with a tray full of food. She sits it down on the table across my lap and I look at the gunk in disgust. "What's this suppose to be?" I ask, poking the fork into a piece of food. "I'm not so sure, but here I snuck you a PB&J sandwich in hopes that you might actually eat it" I grab the sandwich that she is extending from her hand and pull the food out of the baggy, thinking I might actually be able to eat it. "Thanks" she smiles at me, letting me know that I am welcome "Well, I'll see you later Emma, I have others to tend" she waves goodbye and I reply the gesture. She turns and walks over the door.
Let's see, now that I have been in this dump for a little over a month, I am allowed to walk to the private restroom that my room has, walk up and down the hallways of the hospital, and eat the crappy stuff that they call food, if I can actually manage to get the food to stay down.
I take a bite out of the sandwich and the bread ends up getting stuck in the roof of my mouth, I struggle to get the bread out of its place but I manage to win the fight against the stuck bread. I finish the sandwich and already my stomach feels sick, maybe I shouldn't have ate that much.
I hear the door to my room open and close, and soon Manny and Sean emerge into the room. "Hey guys" Yeah, Manny and I have patched things up, not that we really had anything to patch up; it just took me to realize that Manny only wanted me to stop hurting myself. "Hey Em" Manny says as she takes a seat on one side of the white bed, and Sean takes the seat on the opposite side.
Sean looks down at the tray full of food and his face instantly looks worried "Emma, did you not eat anything?" I roll my eyes and look over at him "Yes silly, I just got done eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich" his tense body relaxes and grabs for my hand, lacing our fingers together.
Manny and Sean tell me about all the rumors that have been circulating around the halls of our school; they are mostly about my being in the hospital. And they tell me what kind of dooseys everyone has been getting themselves into, and about the drama that fills the air.
The minutes turn into a half an hour and the sick feeling in my stomach is growing, I know what's coming. "Hey Sean, can you hand me that bucket?" he looks over and spots the bucket, as soon as I grasp the cold plastic in my hands, the contents of my stomach come splashing into the pail.
"Oh Em, are you okay?" Manny asks with concern all over her face, I shake my head yes. The doctor has already explained to me that this will happen, after I told him I had puked myself a couple few times, he said that where my body doesn't expect to get any food, and when it does get food it's used to me puking it back up, that that was just the way it was going to react now. He said that this could pass, or I could just get worse. Manny and Sean and my mom were all three in the room when he enlightened me of this, so Manny doesn't ask questions, and neither does Sean.
We sit in awkward silence for a few hours with random conversation every now and then and then Manny and Sean announce that they need to leave, because visiting hours are almost over. I look over at the clock and notice that they are telling the truth, I can't wait to get out of this place when there are no visiting hours and TV channels that won't pick up.
We say our goodbyes and they part from my room, leaving me alone looking at the plain white walls.
I roll over in the surprisingly comfortable bed and lay my head on the white pillow. I breathe in some of the air and instantly cough, being here for a whole month and then some has made me slightly depressed, and I have a feeling that I'm going to be here for quite some time.