I woke up in a hospital room, or at least I think that's what it was. I was on a raised bed and warm covers were over me. An IV was stuck into my right arm. The tv was turned to the food network and a nurse was smiling down at me.

"Hello luv," the nurse said.

She reminded me of Angela.

"Angela?" I asked, confused.

"No, sorry, I'm afraid you've the wrong person. My name is Megan," she told me.

"That's my sister's middle name, Megan. Molly Megan."

"I know. I met her when she brought you here."

"Ugh what happened? How long have I been here?"

"4 days."

I calculated the time and date in my head; "so it's Wednesday, November 5, right?" I asked.

The nurse nodded; "yes."

"What time is it?"

"Around 1."

"Oh."

"You passed out Saturday night after your ballet recital and have been sleeping on and off ever since. You're in the hospital."

"Yeah that's what I assumed."

I felt compelled to introduce myself; "I'm-"

The nurse stopped me; "I know who you are. They told me. You're Margo."

"Yes, yes I am."

"So how are you now?"

"I don't know. Hungry, I think."

The nurse pulled a chair next to my bed.

"Margo," she said; "when you eat you're going to have to be extremely careful."

I looked at her, dreadfully curios. Wanting to know more but at the same time not wanting to.

"Because, dear, what you have….the doctors discovered you have anorexia nervosa."

I had heard of it and knew what it was. I just didn't want to believe that it was happening to me.

"I'm so sorry," I said, wanting to cry.

"It's alrite luv. It isn't your fault."

That was the first since the incident at the man's apartment in September that anyone had said this to me.

"Margo, we have a wonderful support system here. You'll have visitors later and your roommate will be coming in. She's very nice and I think you two will get on quite well."

"Are you from England?" I asked.

"Yes, I am."

"Do you know Angela?"

"The woman in the coffee shop?"

I nodded.

"Yes that's where we met. In England."

I looked out the window and saw that it was snowing. I thought of that line from RENT 'kiss me its beginning to snow'.

"How long has it been snowing?" I asked.

"Off and on since your arrival."

"Oh."

"You're lucky you didn't hit your head," the nurse told me.

"Yeah, I know. Who…?"

"Who did you fall into?" the nurse laughed; "a very kind man by the name of Eric Camden."

I recognized the last name Camden.

"Lucy's dad."

"Yes."

I went back to sleep.