Solangelo

Chapter 8

HOLY QUIZNAK  ITS BEEN OVER A MONTH SINCE I HAVE POSTED IM SOOOOOOO SORRY I HAVE LITERALLY NO MOTIVATION TO DO ANYTHING WE CAN THANK DEPRESSION FOR THAT 💁🏻‍♂️ Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Nico's POV 💀💀
  I shrugged Will off of me and sat down on the bed. I had told him more than I had told anyone every in my life in the past day. And I was done spilling tea!
Authors note: damn Nico stop making such a mess tea is meant for drinking not spilling all over the infirmary someone is gonna have to clean that up you know. I'm sorry I just had to🤣
I looked at Will waiting for him to bandage my legs so I could leave. He looked at me with a sad look on his face. Probably because I told him I loved him an hour ago and now I am trying to get away from him as soon as possible.
Authors note: this is me roasting myself for my terrible writing but imma finish this fanfic bc I hate those ones that cut off and just never get finished k byyyyyeee
He walked over and sat on the chair near the bed. He examined my cuts. There were several that needed stitches but never got them and most of those got infected. Witch made me scratch at them just making the scar worse. He seemed most concerned by those. "How long have you been cutting?" He asked in a very professional tone. I cringed and answered in an almost mute voice " I don't know" he looked at the older scars and looked me in the eye and in another extremely professional tone answered "by the looks of it it had been at least 3 years" I was surprised at his accuracy. I started cutting when I was 12 a little while after Bianca died. I knew down to the day how long I had been cutting but I wasn't gonna share that with Will. Instead i said "sounds pretty accurate". He cleaned all of the fresh cuts and wrapped up any of them that were deep. I had one that was infected from before I was admitted to the infirmary and obviously had needed stitches. He stood up and walked to a drawer grabbing what seemed to be some type of medicine. He sat down and put rubbing alcohol on a some gauze and said " this is probably gonna hurt" in a more sympathetic tone. Witch just made me mad at myself and more embarrassed about my cutting. "Ok" I said still in a muted tone swearing to myself I was gonna leave camp as soon as this was over.
Btw I'm not saying cutting is somthing to be embarrassed about I 100% envy anyone how has the balls to tell someone but I personally have done self harm and this is how I imagine I would feel it I was in Nico's shoes...xoxo😘
He cleaned the cut and I barley flinched completely used to pain witch Will noted with a  concerned look on his face. "Okay, I need to weigh you and check you vitals then your free to go, your going to need to come in every morning when you wake up and every night before you go to bed though so I can make sure you are eating okay.."
"So basically I'm an outpatient and I have no freedom.." I said knowing all to well about eating disorder clinics and how they ran. Will obviously having done his research and trying his best to use there methods.  "Yep" will said blatantly. "Great"  "well I can save you the trouble I weigh 89.3 lbs and I feel like shit." I said getting up putting my jeans back on and grabbing my bag. "Can I go now"