To The Boy with Hazel Eyes; e.d

The day she saw his eyes

Let me tell you something: being in a hospital is boring as hell.

Why would anyone want to be institutionalized? All I've done was play with a tennis ball, bouncing it off the wall as I sat on my dorm floor.

I didn't want to get up and explore the hospital, I didn't want to go make friends, I didn't even show up to dinner, because I'm not going to stay long, 

hopefully.

"Just one bite, Beatle. Please?" Doctor Oliver plead, waving the watermelon slice in front of me. I shook my head like a child.

After not seeing me at the cafeteria, Doctor Oliver came into my room with a bowl of watermelon to attempt to feed me something before bed. I obviously had no interest.

"Listen, Beatle. Do you want to get out of here?" She asked me, her voice defeated.

I nodded excitedly, waiting for her to continue.

"You like being outside, don't you?" She asked quietly and sadly. I nodded again, looking out my big window.

"I'm gonna let you in on something." She whispered. "Every time a patient does something to go in the right direction, we give them points. If the patient receives 20 points by the end of the month, they get to go outside for 12 hours." She explained excitedly.

I stared at her. Points? So I can escape? Perfect!

"But, we leave trackers on them so that if they try to harm themselves, we know where to find them. And we have a chaperone in the distance to make sure that they're not out doing something they shouldn't."

Crap.
The smile on my face disappeared as she explained the rules. She simply chuckled.

"Listen Beatle, I look at you like my very own kid. The last thing I want is for you to die over something that the hospital can fix." She held my hand, confessing her thoughts.

I simply looked into her blue eyes. She was a beautiful woman. Her shoulder length blonde hair fell gently on her face and her cheek bones were nicely defined. 

No wonder she got married so young.

"So please, just one bite, and you'll get a point." She waved the small watermelon chunk on the fork in front of me.

I looked at it, gulping the lump in my throat.

Points.
Outside.
Freedom.

I slowly went towards the fork, hesitantly letting my teeth touch the fruit first.

Just calories.
Don't think too much about it.
It's basically water in a fruit.

Once my tongue touched it, my eyes widened in panic.

3 calories.

Calories.

Fat.

Skinny.

Have to stay small.

"Lennon, common, almost there sweet heart." Dr. Oliver encouraged, gripping the fork so that it wouldn't fall.

I slid the watermelon off the fork and bit it aggressively.

3 Calories

Fat.

Spit it out.

You're gonna get fat.

Tears were streaming down my face as I chewed.
It hurt. My jaw hurts.

"Good job, Lennon. All you have to do is swallow." She encouraged me once more, rubbing my arm up and down. "Almost there, Lennon."

I was looking at her with tears in my eyes, it hurts.