The story of us

Two

As I wake from what feels like a sleep which lasted for centuries. My head was pounding, almost spinning like a bowling ball spilling down the lane at 100000' miles an hour. I felt like I've been put on some drug which made me constantly high. I heard murmurs coming from the outside of 'my room'. All I could see in front of me was a field of blues and purples which was from what I could make out was a conglomerate of nurses and doctors with funny things around their necks which I could never remember what they're called. And then there's Luke in his black and red flannel which I'd stole from him the other day, he must have been home as he had my old leather Vans backpack he bought me for my sixteenth birthday last year. My ink covered headphones were dangling freely from the front pocket. He's such a star. He pacednslowly towards me with a dragging frown on his face which filled the room with a conservative atmosphere. He had News ' Hey little one, me and the doctors have come to a decision about our next steps with your health. I know you really didn't want it to come to this but just can't lose you Ees, your all I have left. We're going to a special ward which will know how to deal with our situation. I'm staying with you every moment through this. Your not alone please remember that for me?' He said with a small sigh of relief and desperation. I would hope argued back, if I had the energy. But being in hospital doesn't exactly fill the best of us with rainbows and unicorns. I agreed to be transformed to the ward but not for my sake, but for Luke's. It's the least I owed him. I manage a simple 'okay' from my dry tasting thing called a mouth. After dinner, which wasn't as bad as it had been as the nurses le Luke take me to the cafe so I didn't have to eat the hospital slop they feed the patients called 'food'. It feels Incredible to be out of that cell of a room. It almost feels like I'm free again. But it doesn't last long as a security guard comes to escort me back to my room. The doctors had arranged a porter to take me to my new ward, we collected my belongings, even the old photos and posters which had been up for as long as I could remember as I wouldn't ever see that room again in my life. The porter pushed me in my bed along the airy corridor and into the confined lift which screened whenever someone walked in. Way to make a 'severely depressed teenager' more depressed about her weight.

By the time we arrived on my new ward and in my new room; I pictured how I wanted it to look. I wanted it to be completely different compared to my old room. I wanted some of the ready cute postcards with quotes on which me and Luke saw in Paperchase the last time we were there. He knew which ones I liked and which ones I didn't. Luke had went ahead to the ward so he could set our stuff up in the room, the door was closed when we reached the ward, and we were created by my new nurse who's name was Annabelle, ' Hello Eesia, we've been expecting you recently. I'm Annabelle your head nurse, but you can call me Anna' she whispered when no one was looking. She opened the door to the room and there was Luke who had set up the room. He had all of the old photos and posters and more. Fairy lights and the postcards from Paperchase it was beautiful. 'Luke its, wow just' I managed to say. I was actually speechless. He wrapped his arms around me and said to the porter who's name was Derek, he usually had the joys of moving me place to place when I was admitted. 'I've got her D, thanks again mate.' Luke said as he took control of my bed. 'Okay L, hope your okay E' I just nodded. They have this strange thing about calling each other by the first letter of their names. 'And now for Princess Ees, a perfect bed placement.' He said as he glided my bed across the disclosures floor which looked like it had been cleaned with bleach too many times. 'Thank you so much Luke you didn't have to go through all of the trouble to go home and get my stuff you know?' 'I know I didn't. But I was hardly going to sleep in the same clothes for days was i? I know I'm the master of clothing these days but I can't even pull that off.'