Next thing I knew was that I was in a room.
The man was there too.
Why?
I woke up completely 3 minutes after seeing him.
"Oh you're awake." He said in a soft yet extremely serious voice.
He had found out.
Damnit.
"Yeah..." I responded, obviously very anxious.
"Okay so do you want to tell me why the doctors came frantically in my room telling me my BOYFRIEND had to be sent to his own room because of a panic attack?" He asked almost yelling.
"I-" he cut me off.
"FIRST of all, who even are you? Are you okay? You started fucking balling when you saw me at the store for no reason and now you're sneaking into hospitals pretending to be my boyfriend. Fuck you. Why did you do this?? Do you know how fucked up I feel right now? The doctors won't let me leave because they saw my self harm scars and they looked pretty recent. So now, I have to stay at this FUCKING hospital because a STRANGER can't get his life together." the man very furiously exclaimed.
I didn't know he self harmed.
I felt bad.
I felt really bad.
I felt tears in my eyes.
Why am I so emotionally unstable?
