When Evie and her family got to the hospital, they went through a&e and they were guided into this big room filled with beds and sick children, after a while of waiting a doctor came over to them and began to ask Evie some questions.
"Do you count calories?"
"Do you exersize?"
"Do you think you've lost weight?"Evie was very scared so she told the truth to the doctor.
She was then taken over to be weighed and heighted.
160cm tall, and 37.7kg.
Evie was proud of this number because it meant that her bmi was 14.7, of course this wasn't nearly enough, to Evie, she was still really fat and podgy. But she was getting there.
The doctor then came back to tell Evie that she has an eating disorder called Anorexia Nervosa, ofc course the doctor was lying in Evie's mind, she was far too fat to be anorexic, and she didn't exersize enough or eat little enough.
The doctor said that they never do this but they had to keep Evie in for three weeks from that very moment, see, doctors usually give them a few days to pack bags and tell their friends, but according to this doctor, Evie would have collapsed within those three days, and she said that if she wasn't taken into hospital, she would have died within a month.
So they took her into HDU, which stands for 'High Dependency Unit' proving that Evie was in a very bad way. They then proceeded to put a canular in her arm to pump sugary water into her arm, a drip, like she almost had to get as a little girl. She also had to have a heart monitor on her all night because they were very worried about her heart.
Evie felt surreal, she couldn't believe that this was happening to her, she felt faint and dizzy and it was all just one big blur.
She didn't sleep for her first night, connected to wires and tubes all over.
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The secret life of Evie
Non-FictionA story of a 16 year old girls continuing struggle with selfharm and anorexia.