Ruth

Charlie had put Kirsty in my room with me, hoping that a familiar face might help bring herself out of herself but nothing seemed to be working. I'd tried general chit chat standing in front of her even waving my hand in front of her hand I even resorted to clapping loudly beside her ear but nothing brought her from her trance and I was left wonder why Charlie and left her with me, I was defiantly not known for my people skills.

Giving up I sat on my bed pulling a book out from my bedside table and started reading from where I had stopped. I looked up in pauses of the story each and every time Kirsty was sat in the same place not having moved a mussel. At the end of one of the chapters I stopped, holding the pages between my fingers, I wondered how she had managed to sit so still for so long it had been almost two hours and it was very fast approaching dinner.

Had I failed? Would Charlie think that I hadn't tried? I didn't know what to do to help her, if I even could. I was still looking at Kirsty when there was a soft knock and the door opened. Charlie stood in the doorway not coming into the room nor walking away, just hovering. He looked at me first, I was looking at him with a grim expression knowing that Kirsty had closed off again. Then he looked over to Kirsty I followed his gaze. She still hadn't moved, he made no attempt to talk to her or go over to her. We were as lost as her, I didn't know where to start helping her and I guessed Charlie didn't either.

"It's time for dinner," he said softly reminding me of how my dad used to call me for my dinner when I was young. I acknowledged him by nodding then slipping past him leaving him alone with Kirsty. I looked back seeing Charlie close the door behind me, before heading to dinner.

Charlie

I closed the door behind Ruth and turned to Kirsty. I couldn't believe what she looked like sat on that bed. She was so thin that it scared me, her eyes hollow and empty but mostly it was the way she held herself, like she had totally given up. I walked slowly towards her she made no attempt to look at me. Did she even know I was in the room?

"Kirsty," I whispered into the silent room; no reaction.

"Kirsty its Charlie," this time I spoke normally as I moved towards her. I was close enough to touch her now and she hadn't acknowledged me with as much as a blink. I sat on the bed in front of her bending my head over to look into her face. I was hoping that she would recognise me and come out of her own little world. She didn't as much as blink when I was inches away from her face looking straight into her eyes. I'd never seen someone so disconnected from what was going on around them and it was worrying.

"Kirsty," I spoke again placing my hand on top of her cold ones, still nothing.

I spent a while sitting with her talking to her trying to get her to talk but I had the feeling she had no idea I was even here. I gave up trying to talk to her and spent the rest of dinner time just sitting with her my mind drifting between everything that had happened to Kirsty and how it was affecting the whole ED.

Adam

I took my break early unable to concentrate a moment longer, my thoughts flooded by Kirsty and what she was doing. She'd spoken to Tess, she'd come out of herself and was talking and I couldn't wait to go and see her and talk to her. It had been too long since I'd heard her voice or seen her smile. I was excited and was almost bounding down the corridor to psych. I knew she had a long way to go but at least now she was talking and was finally accepting what had happened.

I scanned my NHS card to get through the door and then realised I didn't know where Kirsty was. I stood looking around for a board with patient names or a familiar face so that I could find directions towards Kirsty. After about thirty seconds Ruth rounded a nearby corner coming into view.

"Ruth," I made a bee line for her, "how you doing?" I was dying to see Kirsty but I couldn't bring myself to be that thoughtless.

"Yer, ok." She said wrapping her arms around herself for comfort.

"Good, good. You don't happen to know where Kirsty is, do you?" She let out a small smile.

"Charlie's with her at the moment." She stopped as if pausing for thought but the pause went on too long.

"Ruth,"

"Hum," she looked up at me, "oh right; follow me." I followed her in silence until she stopped out side of a wooden door with a glass panel in it. Through it I could see Charlie and Kirsty sitting together on a bed.

"Has she spoken to you?" I questioned fishing for information. She looked at me for a moment before answering.

"No, she hasn't spoken to anyone since she came down here." My heart sunk and it must have shown in my face because Ruth reached out touching my arm with her hand.

"I'm sorry," she spoke softly and sincerely and I wondered what they had done with the Ruth I knew.

Suddenly a gut wrenching scream split through my thoughts scaring me back into reality; Kirsty.

It's late, but not because I forgot. One of my friends gave me their virus! So what's happened to Kirsty? I want to thank Gillian Kearney Fan and PoppyNoble for reviewing they made me smile when I'm feeling so crappy. Also I'm starting my first Harry Potter fic and I was looking for a beta reader, so let me know if your interested. Thanks for reading :D