The IV League [EDITING]

Chapter 7

"I feel horrible."

Carter ran his fingers through his hair and looked at Morgan. They were in gym, jogging on the treadmills. It was a part of rehab. Carter had just told Morgan about his fight with Vivian the previous night. He was hurt, and in the heat of the moment he'd ended up spilling all the words he'd bottled up for so long. And now, he regretted it.

"You said what you had to," said Morgan, trying to ease his guilt. "She hurt you, and you have a right to be mad about it. You were just standing up for yourself."

"I was too mean. I shouldn't have been so angry about it."

"You're allowed to be angry if someone you care about hurts your feelings, Carter. Don't beat yourself up."

"I'm going to apologise to her, but I don't think she's going to listen to me."

"She's going to be super pissed at you, you know that, right?"

Carter sighed. "Why do I screw up everything?"
He grumbled and increased the speed on the treadmill.

"Woah, woah, woah," said Morgan, leaning over and reducing the speed to what it was originally, "you can't run that fast, not when your blood sugar level is so low. Why do they insist on making anorexics exercise anyway?"

Carter shrugged. "The more you exercise, the more tired you feel, and the more you want to eat. That's their logic. Clearly it's been going so well for me."

"That actually makes sense."

"Why do depressed teenagers need to exercise?"

"It supposedly helps in the increase of dopamine and serotonin in the body. At least that's what Sarah told me."

"Exercising is the worst thing ever," said Carter, slowing down and finally coming to a stop. His legs wobbled as he stepped off the treadmill. "It's a waste of time."

Morgan rolled her eyes and continued jogging. "You're just lazy and out of shape."

He panted and nodded in agreement. "You're not wrong there."

"Weren't you an athlete?"

He groaned. "Yeah, and then anorexia happened. I was so used to this, and now even fifteen minutes on a treadmill kills me."

"Well, obviously. You can't eat fifty calories a day and expect to burn 200. Your body can't take it."

Carter scowled. "Oh, you're an expert now? Well,  thank you for stating the obvious, Dr. Livingston."

Morgan stuck her tongue at him in response.

"Whatever." Carter rolled his eyes. "I'm going to meet Vivian. I really need to apologise to her."

"You might want to shower first," said Morgan, wrinkling her nose, "you stink."

He rolled his eyes again and walked off. He quickly headed back to his room, showered and headed to the hospital. He went to the help desk to inquire about her room number.

"Hey, do you know in which Vivian Delacruz is admitted?"

The nurse checked the computer. "Yeah, room 509."

"Thanks." He took the elevator to the fifth floor. He got off and found Vivian hitting on Joey. He looked a little uncomfortable, but played along, as Kennedy was clearly jealous. As Carter approached them, he could hear Vivian giggling.

"And then I said, 'you're such a weirdo'," she said, and threw her head back in laughter. Joey nodded and smiled at her uneasily. Vivian saw Carter and the smile on her face slowly disappeared. "Hey, Carter," she said, coldly.