Save My Bones and Me .

Chapter One.

I wake up to the familiar beeping. I know the sound all too well. I'm in the fucking hospital. My stomach tightens. I open my eyes taking quick breathes.

I see the guy from earlier standing in front of my bed, against the wall, arms crossed.

"Awake?"

I shrug. I take a sharp breathe, gulping and gasping for air. I clutch onto the bed sheets.

"Woah, woah." He rushes to me prying my hand open and holding it.

"Calm down, I don't like hospitals either." I feel my face soften. "Deep breaths in. Deep breaths out."

I calm down letting go of his hand, glaring, like it didn't help me any. Why is he being so nice? Why does he care? I'm a stranger. What could I be to him?

"So you're up; here's the rap. Some people at the park said you attempted suicide. Is that true?" My doctor starts a conversation opening the door.

I gulp, this means I could be sent to a rehab—again.

"She tripped. Like I said." The guy says.

He leans against the wall rolling his eyes. His eyes. I nod, pointing at him.

"Okay. Then you're safe to leave whenever. If you're lying about committing suicide, don't do it again. Since Ryen over here is denying, I can't transfer you to a psychiatric rehabilitation center. Otherwise, I would. So you owe him." He says handing me a pair of clothes.

I raise an eyebrow to the clothes.

"I know. They're mine. Called your parents from your phone. They said you'd be fine. That they will be home later tonight." the guy mumbles.

"Come on sir. Give her privacy."

"Okay, okay." he walks out with the doctor, a smile on his face.

I get the clothes on. Sweats and a flannel. They're extremely large on me, so I pull the drawstring as tight as I can, but my hand gets cramped up. I tie is as tight as I can and put my shoes on. My mouth tastes like I've just awoken from a death of 245 years.

"All ready?"

I nod.

"Am I giving you a ride?"

I nod again.

"Okay. Um just give me a second to clean my car out before we get in."

I roll my eyes. Typical guys equal dirty cars.

"My name is Ryen. It's Ryan with an E is all."

He looks at me as if waiting for a response, he gives me his phone to type on.

'Ivory, fuck off next time.'

He reads it and nods, "people like you don't get it. You don't notice that when you're hurting you're hurting other people around you too."

He seemed offended. He is super outspoken. I've never met someone like that. I like it. It's, different.

"Sorry." I rattle out, a little raspy.

"It's a shame you don't talk more."

I look at him. He opens my door once we are at his car. I see him throwing t-shirts and sweatshirts to the back. His car looks like he might as well live in it.