Not In Love With Liam

19~ Work and Recovery

It had been three days.

I'd eaten properly, I slept properly and I hadn't cried at all.

Despite my unstable condition, my parents brought my brother and sister to see me, and it was the best idea. They cheered me up so much and made me feel like my self again. I loved having them around, which was weird because when I was at home they could annoy the crap out of me, and I couldn't wait to get away from them. But I loved them all the same.

I didn't dwell on Liam or Gabriel or drinking or drugs or sadness.

My friends visited whenever they could, spoiling me with gifts and food, and I told Oliver the truth. He said he didn't care that I'd told him last, he was really worried about me but he said he was glad I'd told him.
He also said the whole thing made a lot more sence now.

At first, I could tell he wasn't too pleased that everyone else knew (everyone else being just Hayden and Darcy - but we were the closest four out of the lot of us friends at uni), but in the end, he was just happy I'd told him, and happy I was getting better.

Four more days, and I'd be back on ward 9. Then another week and it was straight home.
My friends and family gave me hope. They gave me something to fight for.

Liam continued to text me and call me, so I deleted his number completely. I'd had it with him.

I hated the crappy hospital and it was all his fault I was still there. Why did he have to turn up and ruin everything? What was left for him to say?
I told myself that when I got out, I was going to finish beating him up.

"Noah, injection time." My dad came to stand by my door. He looked sad. They all knew how much I hated being there, so they tried to be as levelheaded as possible to keep me the same.

I followed my dad through the door, and we went for my injection.

💥💥💥

The week was over. I hadn't snapped at all, and I was currently packing up to go back to ward 9.
I had gotten so many 'good luck's and 'well done's from other patients I'd made friends with.
There were two girls around my age who I'd grown particularly fond of.

One was there because of an eating disorder and the other had just lost her mum.
It was hard, sometimes, being around them, but I ended up feeling pretty bad for leaving them behind.

They were definitely getting better, and I wished them also the best of luck before leaving.

I was so tired. Apparently the drugs were pretty much out of my system but I still had to wake up every single day at four a.m. for an anti-drug injection, then I'd have to go back for anti rejection pills at twelve, and healing injections at seven after eating.

It was hell. My whole timetable was just, 'take this pill', 'go here for an injection', 'swallow this', 'drink that'.

It was definitely hard, but my parents helped a lot.

It was time for dinner.

♜LIAM LAWRENCE♜

It was my fault. Her first tantrum was my fault, and so was this one.
She'd made it pretty clear. She hated me. And now, I was on one more person's hit list.

"You coming down for lunch?" Riley's voice disrupted the silence in my room.

I barely went anywhere nowadays apart from when going to classes. Other than that, I remained up in my room or at home.