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'Mental Health'

"Okay Nicole, how are you feeling?" said doctor Neel.

"Better," I replied. It's now been a week since i woke up and in this week i have been in and out of testing rooms, discovered i had best friends that i remember nothing about and been told that i have minor brain damage from falling the day that i fainted which caused me to loose all memory that i had of the people that i wasn't close with. Another thing that I've learnt is that I've actually been living in this hospital room for 3 months, mostly in a coma. Yet to me, it felt like a five minute dream which apparently is a common thing for people who go into comas.

My friends that usually visit me in my sleep seem to be non-existent lately and its allowed me to have some of the best sleep I've had in years. I don't like those friends but i sort of miss the conversations i had with them. When i felt lonely, i could always count on them to talk to me but now, if i felt lonely, id go to talk to someone and no ones there. But oh well, i suppose i have to get used to it, i feel like they won't be coming back anytime soon. 

"Well, now that you're better, id like to talk to you about your mental health," doctor Neel gently mumbled to me.

"What do you mean 'talk about my mental health'?" i mimicked him, surprised that he thinks my mental health is bad.

"What i mean, is that when you were emitted into this hospital, your boyfrie-"

"He's not my boyfriend," i interrupted.

"Well, your friend, Alex informed your other nurse that you have areas on your body where it seems like you have, um how do i say it, applied a lot of pressure with sharp objects,"

"So cut myself, "

"Yes. Your mother and fathe-"

"Step father, " i corrected him again.

"Step father, sorry. They have asked me to talk to you about these marks that Alex found on your thighs and arms. They aren't as bad now as they have had three months to heal but since I'm not technically allowed to ask you this stuff i was wondering if it was okay with you if i were to have another nurse with a different expertise then me to take to you about this?" he asked as i nodded slowly, still confused about what he was implying, "Okay, thats great. I'm going to let you get some rest now and we will talk about this more tomorrow,"

As he walked out of my room, i started thinking about what he said. Do they think i have mental health issues? What if they do? Does Alex think i have metal health issues? He'll never like me now. I don't have issues that i need to talk about with another nurse. F*ck doctor Neel, and f*uck my so called 'family'. No way am i talking to some stranger about my 'mental health issues' that i don't even have.