Dean closed his eyes for a moment, ignoring any other thoughts. He then looked at Alex. "I love you."
"Dean?" Alex whispered in a low husky voice, as she pulled her eyelids apart.
"Alex! Oh my gosh, I was so worried." He pressed his lips against hers, as he felt relieved. "Alex what's going on?"
"Dean…I um…"
"Alex are you pregnant?"
"Um…yeah." Alex bit down on her lower lip, moving her eyes to the left.
"What? Alex you're kidding right? It was an accident somebody spiked our drink. Your parents are going to kill me…maybe even…"
"Dean! We don't have to tell them! I'm not telling them." Alex's breathing rapidly increased, but she managed to calm herself down.
"Oh and I suppose they're not going to wonder why you're in the hospital."
"I'll tell them I was dehydrated." Alex coughed, as she glanced at the machine beside her.
"Alex…you're pregnant. Do you realize you're going to be a mother? How far along are you?"
"Um…two months." Alex's eyes gazed to the left again, as she took a deep breath in.
"Okay the results are here." Dr. Stevens walked in, slightly smiling at Alex for comfort.
"I think we already know the results. She told me she was pregnant."
"Well…that's not what her tests told me. We checked the blood for pregnancy and that was false. But we also looked at her bone test, which was very weak and lacking oestrogen. We've diagnosed you with…"
"Um…I am dehydrated what do you know?" Alex cut in mid-sentence, avoiding her known diagnoses.
"Well yeah, due to Anorexia and Bulimia."
Dean's jaw dropped, completely shocked. As he thought about it more, the pieces began to fit; the baggy clothes, her freezing hands, her mood swings, and her excuses about meals. "Alex?"
"You must have the wrong person." Alex struggled to deny it, even though she knew Dean had figured out it was true.
"Sorry. You're the only Alexandra Russo here. You're family will be up in a moment to see you and the Physiatrist will be in to see you in about an hour. We've already injected you with fluids, but you will need to eat tonight. We'll start off with light meals and small portions and work our way up to average portions and meals. I'll leave you and your family privacy, but I'll be checking in every now and then. If you need anything just buzz me in." Dr. Stevens opened the door, greeting her family who was entering, just as she was exiting.
"Alex sweetie, we were so worried about you. Are you okay?" Theresa made her way to her daughter, gently giving her a hug.
"I'm fine Mom."
"Well what's going on? Do they know what's wrong with you?" Theresa fixed the blankets on Alex's bed, slightly tucking her in.
"It's just dehydration." Alex nodded, glaring at Dean.
"Yeah, because of Anorexia and Bulimia." Dean could feel Alex's eyes burning through his skin. He knew if looks could kill, he'd be dead, instantly.
"He's lying."
"Alex stop it!" Dean rested his hand on his forehead, furious.
"Alex…why? Why would you do this?" Theresa struggled to hold back her tears. No Mother wanted to see their child depressed and in pain.
"Because…just because!"
"So you're not pregnant?" Dean's head pounded with confusion, as he felt the pressure of his tears build up inside.
"Pregnant? You mean there was an actual chance?" Jerry's eyes grew wide, glaring at Dean.
"Jerry stop it." Theresa collided her elbow with his arm, as a cue to stop. "Alex is there anything you want to talk to us about. You know we're always here for you."
"There's nothing to talk about. I'm fine. Nothing's wrong with me."
Max stared at his sickly sister. The needles and tubes attached to her, sent chills up his spine. He might not have always got along with her, but he hated seeing her like this. He wanted to cry, but he felt as if he couldn't. "Al…Alex…why would you stop eating?"
"This is all your fault Dean! You had to tell them!" Alex pulled the needles and tubes off of her pale body, before dashing out of the bathroom. They all ran after her, never feeling more terrified.
"Alex where are you going?!" Dean yelled as he chased after her. "Somebody help us!"
They followed her down the steps and outside, right in front of the hospital, where Dean grabbed her wrist. "Don't touch me! You did this! You told them!"
"Alex we're trying to get you help! Please stop!" Dean held onto her shoulder, his tears finally falling from his eyes.
"Alex you have to stop. We just want to help you." Justin spoke up, looking back for a nurse.
"I don't need help! There's nothing wrong with me!" Her breathing once again rapidly increased, as she gasped for air.
"Alex, please." Jerry begged, trying to hold her steady, as she began to collapse again.
"I can't breathe." Alex cried, as her body fell against the ground.
"Alex!"
Sorry for the delay. I went on vacation and was so busy before than, and didn't have time to update. But I'm back now. I also want to say if anyone has any ideas let me know and I'll see if I can work their way into the story. Thanks for reading and I hope everyone had a happy holiday. Review!