Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 30

Cheers to such an old invention. Did we touch the fourth dimension?

BTW: Before I write, I just want to say I'm really thankful that I have some readers. I just don't feel like my story is good enough to get at least a few votes and comments. I know it's sort of asking for a lot but could some of you take ten seconds out of your lives to at least vote? Thanks. If you don't think it's good enough to get any comments or votes, then I understand. I know my story isn't the best and it can be a little confusing, but to me, if I get comments and votes, I feel like at least a few people admire my writing. Thanks for reading this!

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Blake's POV

"Blake, try and hurry up dear," Mrs. Bethea said to me in a hushed sort of voice, "The nurse says Allison will need all of the rest she can get if we want her to leave the hospital soon."

I nodded my head seriously, stepping into the room with a tense sort of vibe. After I got the call from Allison's mom that she fainted, I had to rush over right away. Allison may not be my girlfriend anymore, but I feel as though it would be fair to show her that I was concerned about her, and I really was, believe it or not. As soon as I got there, her mom was all teary eyed and her makeup was running badly. Even though I had questions, I didn't feel like asking the nurse. I felt as though Allison probably knew more, considering it happened to Allison herself. All I wanted were answers.

Allison was laying on the hospital bed, staring at the nightstand of flowers. It's only been two hours and she was already receiving sympathetic attention from her family members and her friends on Facebook. Even some people commented on my walls, expressing their concern for Allison and hoping she was alright. I think it's because everyone knew I was the last one to actually have a relationship with her. More people were expected to visit her, too.

She continued to stare deadly at the flowers, and then her eyes darted quickly to me. Her stare was so serious that it almost made me feel uncomfortable standing there.

"Allison, what happened?" I asked in a whisper, as if anything she told me was top secret and no one else, not even the nurses, should hear.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, "What does it look like, Blake?" Although she was trying to yell at me, it failed. Her voice was very weak and meek. It almost made me feel sorry for her. "I'm sick." She turned the other way on her bed, not facing me anymore.

"Is it because of your bulimic problem?" I suddenly guessed. This made her turn back towards me, and we both suffered in a thick and tense silent atmosphere. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. After a second or two, she nodded. I furrowed my eyebrows at her in anger and in confusion simultaneously, "But...I thought you would stop doing it once I got back with you. You promised, Allison."

"Be real, Blake. I wanted you to be with me and be happy. You didn't even want to go near me at school." She rolled her eyes at this. I chuckled in disbelief. Must I really have a go at Allison here? Right now? In a hospital? I'm not a huge fan of arguing but when it comes to straightening out Allison, I'm all up for it.

"So, you aren't even happy when we're back together?" I asked in pure shock. "What's keeping you this way, Allison?"

"I don't know! Okay? I'm just not happy! What else do you want from me? I stress for no reason and  I eat a lot and I puke some of it up. But...I'm not in the hospital because of that." She mumbled the last sentence. I tried to think of others ways she'd be in the hospital, but then I pushed it aside in my thoughts in defeat. I went back to talking about the short and fake relationship between us.