Broken

chapter 22 ( the last chapter)

Harry's POV




I woke up and realized two things. One I really needed to go to the bathroom and two Louis wasn't next to me. I looked over at the couch and saw Louis laying down, playing on his phone. I unhooked myself from the heart monitor, which I was allowed to do in order to go the bathroom, and Louis glanced up at me.




"What are you doing Haz?"




"I have to go to the bathroom," I said.




Louis nodded and I got up, shakily, to go to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me I sat down on the toilet. I could hear Louis talking to someone. I wasn't sure who, but I was slightly preoccupied right now. Let's just say being constipated sucks, but I'm sure you already knew that. I must have been in there for 10 minutes when I heard a knock on the door.




"Harry," a voice said, "I'm Jenny. I'm going to be your nurse today. Is everything okay?"




"I, um, can't seem to go to the bathroom," I blushed, glad she couldn't see.




"Okay," she said, "how about I go get you something to help with your constipation. Until then come back and lay down. You don't have to hook yourself back up to the heart monitor yet."




"Thanks," I said. I got up and, after taking a quick whiz and washing my hands, went back to my bed.




"Louis?" I asked, after sitting down.




"Yes?"




"Erm, I have a kind of weird question," I mumbled.




Louis just laughed, "you want to know why you're constipated, huh?"




"Yes," I looked down at my hands.




"It's another symptom of the anorexia," he told me.




"Oh," I muttered, "this sucks!"




Just then Jenny came back in holding a tray of food, bleh, and a clear cup with several pills. She set the tray on one of the bedside tables. Louis excused himself to go and get breakfast for himself. Jenny and I waited in silence until Louis returned with a paper plate with eggs and bacon on it and a cup of tea. Once he sat down I looked at Jenny and told her I was ready to eat now.




"Alright," Jenny smiled, "here's your breakfast. And these are your pills. This one is a multi-vitamin. This one is a calcium supplement, this is a zinc supplement, and this one is an anti depressant. And, of course, this one will help you use the bathroom. It takes a couple hours to work."




"Thank you," I said, swallowing the pills, "but I'm not depressed."




"Harry," Louis said, "you've been cutting for months. I would say you'd have to be depressed to cut as much as you have been."