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forty-six | talk

u guys have trust issues my god this is fiction i make the rules

~no pov

"I used to be bulimic." Draco began.

"Used to be?"

He sighed. "I promise, I recovered. I'm not trying to.. you know, anymore."

"Did you relapse yesterday?"

"I did, but I swear I didn't-" He didn't know what to say. "I'm not trying to fall back into being bulimic again. It was a fluke. I just wasn't in the right state."

"What happened?"

Dr Lahiri was so comforting. So fucking comforting. Usually these type of questions would piss Draco off, but she was so sweet. She sounded like she cared, and Draco chose to believe she did.

His mummy issues were screaming right now.

"There's this b- girl that I really like."

He was already attached to this woman. He didn't want to scare her off because he was gay. What if she found that disgusting and told his parents, and told them about his bulimia too? 

"I'm not homophobic, if that's what you're afraid of." She fucking knew. This angel of a woman knew everything. "You don't have to lie."

"How do you know everything?" 

"Magic. Go on, sweetheart."

Please don't call me sweetheart, you'll make me cry.

"This boy I like, maybe even love, is anorexic. So you can see where this is going- he's anorexic, I'm bulimic, but wait. We used to be enemies." He felt like he was writing a Wattpad book. "But first, I saw something I shouldn't have. He had bruises on his chest and faint scars on his back.

Oh, I saw these cause my 'friends' made me tease him, but then they poured cold water on him. He ran off and had to change, so I looked for him and saw what I just said I saw. And obviously, that worried me, and I knew I couldn't still be a dick to him. That's like, inhumane, right?

So I found him again, in a locker room, and he was in a terrible state. He looked awful, and there were the bruises and scars. And I gave him my hoodie, which I forced him to keep the day after. It was my favourite hoodie, but it looked better on him.

For the next month, I was really nice to him. Which was weird for him, I'm sure. But I helped him in lessons we had together and didn't pick on him at all. And then I found him again, and I told him about my home life and bulimia. 

He told me about his anorexia, and we made a recovery pact. It took time, and we both relapsed at least once, but we recovered. We were each other's rocks, and that really helped for me, and I hope for him too.

We got healthy, naturally and got closer. I even told him about something else that I'm sure you've seen in my past records. He bonded with me over that too. We're both fucked up, but I'd like to think he saved me, and maybe I saved him too.

And I fell in love with him. I think. We've spent most of summer completing a bucket list together, and we even got matching tattoos. I think I'd die for him.

My friends threatened physical harm if I didn't confess to him, so I got drunk, for confidence, and confessed. But then, he looked at me like I was mental. And that scared me, so I upped and left. And then I tipped out my guts and went for a run, to outrun my thoughts.

And here I am. In hospital, for blacking out."

Aayana stayed silent for a moment, processing everything she just heard. Her heart ached for the boy in front of her. He was sixteen and had gone through too much. No child deserved that. 

And the mysterious boy was clearly being abused at home. The bruises and scars said it all. And he was anorexic too? And whatever Draco mentioned about records, the boy related to it too.

She felt sick.

"I'm sorry you've been through so much. You're just a child, you don't deserve any of that. You deserve better."

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

"What was on your records?" She was afraid to check again. 

"Just read it yourself, please." Draco would never be unashamed to admit what he did that night in January of year ten. He wondered if he should get a tattoo with the date he attempted under his semi-colon.

I'll ask Potter if he wants to get one of his attempt dates tattooed too.

Oh.

Aayana checked the boy's record and instantly frowned. A suicide attempt, bulimia and family issues, what more could he go through?

And the boy he liked had attempted too?

Lord, Aayana would be in deep shit if anyone found out she wasn't reporting this back to someone who could actually help.

"I'm so sorry. May I hug you?"

And that's what set off Draco, because the night he was hospitalised, his very own mother didn't even ask that. She left, at his request, without doing anything more to help.

I love you mother, but you failed as a parent. Big time.

Draco nodded, and felt tears form as the woman wrapped her arms around him. He felt a warmth in his heart that he'd not felt since he was young. And he wanted nothing more but to have that feeling forever.

I hate having mummy issues.

"Are you alright?" Dr Lahiri asked out of genuine concern. She knew that if she was in the blond's place, at his age, she would be bawling. 

"I am. I'm okay." Draco said unbelievably, but it was true. He felt okay in this woman's embrace. She gave him more love and affection than both his parents had his entire life. He loved it. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

"It's alright, Draco." She smiled after pulling away. "I suggest you go talk to this boy before you ruin your mental state further. I can guarantee you, he does not hate you. It sounds like you two really care for each other. Stop making decisions for him; let him make his own. When he does, let me know."

"How would I do that?"

"My office is down the hall. I promise, you can come to me for anything." She smiled again. "I'm okay with being your friend, not a doctor. This entire conversation is confidential, okay?"

Draco sniffed and wiped his eyes before any tears could fall. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

"I'm glad. I've got some other patients to talk to, but I'll be back later to discharge you and whatnot." Dr Lahiri said before getting up. "Relax, Draco. Take some time for yourself whilst you're here."

Draco smiled for the next few hours until he fell asleep, because he had someone who cared. A motherly figure that cared. 

Maybe, if I lose Potter, it won't be awful without him.

Ha, who am I kidding. 

guys this is fiction

i dont think this happens irl

guys i was being sarcastic obviously this doesnt happen irl