
brother
"marina, can you hear me." a voice asked, that of her brother.
"what do you think i am, deaf? of course i can hear you." she responded sarcastically.
"look, i wanna try and make this work so we kind of have to be serious about it, okay?" he spoke
"yeah, okay." she muttered
"so, i can't access any of your records because i'm not your doctor or legal guardian, so could you tell me a little bit about it?" he asked her sympathetically.
"got admitted because i was in something called a catatonic state and i was hurting myself. got pumped with a load of meds, got a feeding tube, got diagnosed with MDD and an anxiety disorder and got sent here. happy?" she told him.
"yep. um. i'm sorry - about your mom and everything." he stuttered out.
"it's fine, how long do i have to be here?" she asked, tapping her knee.
"well there's nothing medically wrong with you so all that needs to happen is to get your feeding tube out, as long as you'll eat yourself, otherwise we have to keep it in."
"whatever, i'll eat." she mumbled.
luke took the tape off of her face and quickly pulled out her tube, making her cough and sneeze.
"Jesus they weren't that nice when they put it in." she coughed out
"so when can I go home?"
