Saving Amaya

Chapter 9

"I don't need a goddamn babysitter!" I growled at the two boys gathering all the stuff from the room.

"You don't have a babysitter, you have two babysitters." Liam said with a smile. Since when did this mother fucker become cocky. "Did you hear the nurse? She called me a nice gentleman!"

"She called both of us gentlemen." Blake muttered.

"She called you a gentleman because it would be awkward if she just called me a gentleman while you just stood there."

I started smacking my head against the wall while Liam and Blake kept bickering like an old married couple. I cannot handle them being like this all the time. If I had literally any other option I would have avoided this at all cost. Suddenly, the psych ward isn't looking too bad right now. They've been here since I woke up, bright eyed, bushy tailed, and ready to break me out of here.

"So we're all set?" Blake said grabbing his bag and heading towards the door. Apparently, Blake has been basically living here so he has a bag of his stuff he's been keeping in my hospital room.

Blake was even kind enough to bring me some clothes since I didn't have any when I was admitted. Blake is a little bulky, especially when compared to someone like Liam, so there's a better chance the clothes will be able to cover my body. The thought of trying to put on his clothes and them not fitting makes my skin crawl. As Liam and Blake are finishing up all of the details of how to take care of me, I nervously grab Blake's clothes and go into the attached bathroom.

It's just a plain grey long sleeve shirt and some grey sweatpants, but they're Blake's. Blake who is significantly smaller than me. The clothes look pretty large, so that's good.

When I take off the hospital gown, the thick white bandages that cover my body stare back at me. The red blood slowly creeping through them mocks me. I barely recognize this girl. Her hair is a rats nest, her face is pale and sunken in, she looks like she's lost weight. Not enough. I guess a coma will do that to you. I try not to feel happy at the thought of having lost weight, even if it was from a failed suicide attempt, but I have never been able to lose weight. Turns out that I am capable of losing weight, as long as I'm dying for a week in a hospital.

Blake, being the man that he is, didn't bring me any underwear or a bra. I am certainly not a type of person who is comfortable going out without a bra. My boobs hang so low they might as well be strapped to my belt. Still, beggars can't be choosers. Blake's sweat pants are fortunately stretchy enough to make it over my ass, a grand feat, though they are stretched tight. The shirt is what worries me. Blake doesn't have certain. . . assets that I have on my torso, so the likelihood of it fitting is far lower. Sucking up whatever courage and pride I have left, I quickly throw the shirt on while making sure to be careful of my stitches. Surprisingly enough, it is able to get on my body. Sure, it is pretty tight against my stomach and boobs, but everything is covered and that's just going to have to be good enough.

There's no way that Blake's clothes are this big, he had to have taken some from his dad or something because I am at least two sizes bigger than him. Neither of them brought a freaking hairbrush, so I guess the rats nest will have to stay for a little while longer. I splash some cold water in my face and muster my courage to face the boys. They have been nonstop bickering since I agreed to have them stay with me. We all agreed to stay in my house, one because it's is the biggest house and two because both of them don't want me living in the other's house. So I'm going to have to live with the two of them until whatever therapist they give me says that I'm legally okay enough to be alone.

When I walk out of the bathroom, the boys are arguing over who gets to be the technical caregiver on my paperwork. Liam is the first one to look my way. He looks me up and down before quickly looking away with flushed ears. I look down at myself just to make sure that everything is actually covered. The way Liam is blushing right now, you'd imagine that I had a wardrobe malfunction and he was seeing a little more than he bargained for. Everything looks okay, well as okay as my body is, so I really don't get why he is acting like that.