(⚠️possible TW): alcohol usage + starvation
Adelaide Lawrence lives with her father, Johnny Lawrence, in a crappy appartment in reseda california. her and her dad have an amazing relationship, even though her dad is an alcoholic. her best friends d...
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WARNING: This chapter involves mentions of starvation! read at your own risk :)
I was pacing the waiting room, nervous for multiple reasons. was Miguel going to be okay? what if Robby will be mad that I chose Miguel over him? will Miguel be able to walk after? will it work?
I let out a heavy sigh. "you okay?" dad asked grabbing my shoulder, (sorry tree tree.) startling me a little. "ah. yeah. I'm good." I lied. he nodded and walked off. "miss Lawrence." the doctor called out. I mumbled a 'yes.' "Miguel is awake and says he wants to see you." he smiled. my face lit up and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
I scurried behind the doctor and made our way to Miguel's room. "hi Miggy." I softly said walking over and placing a kiss on his lips. "hey." he said sadly. a few moments later his phone dinged, he picked it up, looked at it and slammed it on the table, staring off into the air. "let's see here. everything looks good. okay." the nurse thought out loud.
we both noticed him looking all depressed. "hey what's wrong?" we asked him in unison. "can I turn on the TV for you or get you another pillow?" the nurse then asked. "what if my surgery didn't work? what if I can never walk again?" Miguel depressingly questioned looking at the nurse. I frowned down at him.
"Sweetie, you can't think like that. I know what'll make you feel better though." the nurse smiled, "a big piece of chocolate cake. how's that sound huh?"
TW (mention of starving)
"Sure," he mumbled. "I want some! haven't eaten in weeks." I cheered, eyes widening at what I had just admitted. "be right back." the nurse said as she left the room. Miguel looked over at me, "you haven't eaten in weeks?"
I looked down at the ground avoiding eye contact. "I have." I lied. "Adelaide, look at me." he demanded, "now. have you eaten these past few weeks?" he asked again. "Miggy it's only been three weeks." he let out a heavy sigh.
"three weeks or a day, it doesn't matter Adelaide. you have to eat." he raised his voice a little. I let out a quiet 'i know.' as he made eye contact with me and his serious face went to a small frown. "come here." he said shuffling over. I came and squeezed into the little space I had, Miguel wrapped his arm around me and kissed my head. "I love you, Adelaide," he whispered.
"I love you too." "Just please promise me you're going to eat. like actual meals." I looked up at him, "I promise." I said sticking up my pinkie. "pinkie promise?" he chuckled. "yeah, you never break a pinkie promise. now come on, link the pinkie." I laughed sticking my pinkie into his face, he took his pinkie and linked it with mine, kissing the back of my hand.
END OF THE
Miguel's smile fell and his face went back to his depressed Miguel face. "Miggy you okay?" "I just want to walk again." he sighed. "I know. you will, I know it," I reassured snuggling into his chest, my eyes grew heavy and my breathing deepened.
