Kinda ranted a wee bit✋😔
Machines were beeping. Voices were filling the room. Chase's chest rose and flattened.
He was dressed in a hospital gown, needle in arm, liquids being injected into him. His scarred wrists were exposed.
Test had been run, blood has been drawn, the doctors were just waiting for Chase to wake up.
They were on the verge of attaching a tube to Chase's nose to feed him, but decided against it.
Chase's eyes slowly open, his vision blurred. His ears were ringing unpleasant, the lights were bright.
His head was throbbing, even though the fluid pumping into his was filled with minerals and electrolytes, which he was low in.
Chase's throat and mouth could dry, he could barely speak.
His squinted eyes scanned the room. He croaked out, "D-Dad?"
Dave snapped his head from his wife to his son. He rushed over to the hospital bed, pressing the back of his hand to Chase's cheek.
"You feeling okay?"
The pain in Chase's head and stomach crashed down again. Being in the hospital was already overwhelming, he was confused.
Chase shook his head, tears spilling out. "Water?"
His dad nodded and pressed a button on a remote, his parents were told to press it when Chase woke up.
"Chase, what the hell were you thinking!? Why are you malnourished?! Why is there cuts on your arm?! You're going to a fucking mental-"
"Ashanti, stop!" Dave hisses, glowering at his wife. Chase began crying more, he just then noticed his bare wrist. "He just woke up!"
"He wouldn't even be here if-"
The door opened, interrupting Chase's mom. A nurse stepped in, smiling brightly.
"Good to see you're awake." Her face fell slightly when she saw Chase was crying and his parents seemed irked. "Do you need anything, honey? Water? I'll get your doctor."
Chase sniffs and nodded, "water, please." She nodded with a warm smile. The nurse left the room, the door closed slowly. "Please don't yell at me."
"We're not going to-"
"No, Chase, what you're doing is ridiculous!" Ashanti raged, glaring daggers at her son. "Are you going off to your friends to cut?! I bet it's fucking Winter, isn't it?! You're in a cutting cult and-"
"Mama!" Chase whimpered, his voice weakening. He couldn't handle it, he was so upset he was in the hospital and his head hurt. "Please..."
Ashanti simply scoffed, leaning against the wall. She shook her head in disbelief that both her husband and son weren't listening to her.
Now was not the time to yell.
"We'll talk about everything later. Right now, you need to drink and eat. Please."
The beg in his dad's voice broke Chase. He pulled his knees to his chest, crying into them.
Barely any tears fell, his body couldn't produce anything it didn't need to. It was trying to replenish.
He just sobbed softly, wanting to hide. To escape all his problems.
Chase wish he would've ate, he wish he didn't take so many laxatives, he wish he would've drank more gatorade.
"Son, everything's okay. You aren't in trouble."
"The hell he's not!"
Dave rolled his eyes at Ashanti's comment, rubbing Chase's shaking shoulders. It was bad enough Chase was here and the reason why, he didn't need negative comments and yells.
