So we are working on these IH-series I and Lily (x snow-pony x) and with the titles being all IH, Lily thought I should write one called "In hospital" I'm also working on one called "It's Holly" and "It's high" So we'll see what turns out of this. People who are reading this might or might not I'm a qualified nursing assistant…. Oh well. That's about everything I have to say for now. I'll just get onto the story and I hope readers do the same.

Trigger warning: Suicide

This one is written by Linneagb.

All I had done was to try and take a sip of water. Even if ever so little.

"Why won't it ever… ever end?"

I just barely had the chance, and time to half croak half gasp that one question. While Cam was rubbing my back with one hand, and with the other hand held the sick bowl in front of me while my body tried to expel everything, I had taken…

But I couldn't even swallow a tiny little sip of water. Wasn't this supposed to be over soon? When I ended up heaving it didn't exactly make me want to eat or drink anything else…

"It's okay." Cam said, but how could I have believed her? "It will end soon… soon enough!"

The question that passed my mind was about how long it had taken for Cam to decide she was going to foster me. And how long it had taken for her and Gary to finally adopt me. To finally get me out of the dumping ground…

Was something like that something I was looking forward to right now? Years and years and years?

My whole body felt shaky and weak and I just wanted to lie down. Then I waited for at least a whole minute before I realized it had stopped… well, for this time at least. A nurse came to take the sick bowl from Cam's hands and put a new, clean one on the bedside table before she left without another word.

"Soon enough" I hated that answer and had lost count on how many times I had heard it the past few days.

Then it was that little bit of knowledge. When was "soon enough"?

This wasn't what it what I had meant to do. If I had passed away from that overdose…

"Breathe Tracy…" I sunk from her embrace down towards the pillows again panting. I could still hear her but Cam's voice wasn't louder than those in my head but still got me back to here and now. "Tracy? Tracy? Can you look at me?"

I forced myself to move and force my eyes opened. How could I have ever expected some small movements to be so hard? At last I turned my head slightly- without lifting it from the white sheets, looked up and then into Cam's eyes. Like my eyes had met her so many times before.

"The doctor is here…" She told me, I hadn't seen him since Cam was standing so close and covering the rest of the room. "…He's looking as if he wants to say something."

"Miss Beaker." The doctor, an almost bald man who seemed to be looking right through me, seeing all of my secrets from behind his silver- bowed glasses. "If I've understood this right. You can't have as much as a small sip of water without it coming back up."

As if I needed reminding of that.

My eyelids were so heavy. Couldn't they just let me sleep where there wasn't any pain?

Obviously not. I could barely understand the words he told me, I could barely know Cam's arm around my shoulders but he kept on talking.

"The thing now, is that the Paracetamol hurt your liver. The numbers there are supposed to be under 300…" He didn't finish his sentence. But I could almost hear the way Cam looked at him. "They're now on 9000." Cam just couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped her, the doctor didn't seem to mind and seemed stressed. "And it hasn't been going down…"

I was pretty sure of exactly one thing right now, while I heard the doctor's monotone voice continuing and my own heart beating so hard the blood was streaming in my ears.

"…If it continued like this. If you can't eat or even drink… Then we might be looking into surgery. That your liver is so badly hurt the only thing that might help is surgery and a liver transplant."

Just as well could have he had dropped a bomb!

I hadn't been having surgery since I had appendicitis. And knowing this, while I could see the doctor's lips moving but I couldn't hear anything from my blood streaming through my ears…

At last I could hear Cam asking questions and the doctor's voice going more and more stressed, I closed my eyes but I didn't fall asleep. If I just could drift away…

One part of me couldn't feel anything.

But another part felt all too much…

Random fact

This was supposed to go on… But I decided to split it up with another one… I don't know when it'll be up but it will be soon as I soon won't be working at like ten different chapters anymore.