Fixing Her ⇉ Simon Minter [2]

THIRTY

"I don't remember anything after that."

I stared up at Dr Grey and she nodded, scribbling down my words. This was the third psych evaluation of the week, two separate doctors coming before Dr Grey.

"Well, I'm glad you don't. Your friends didn't have anything nice to say," said Dr Grey gravely. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.

I'd woken up 4 days ago with wires attached to every part of my body, and bandages around my wrist.

I had slit my wrists.

According to Dr Grey, JJ had managed to knock down the door and they found me by the blood leaking from the bathroom. I'd lost a lot of blood, so much that I went into cardiac arrest two times.

I had died two times.

When I woke, Dr Grey told me nobody could visit for a few days, since I was still so weak. However, I did get a call with my parents and sister who were a sobbing mess. I don't blame them. If my daughter had slit her wrists, I'd be a sobbing mess as well.

My parents were going to get on the first plane out but luckily Vik had told them no – whilst I was drifting in and out of consciousness – saying I wouldn't want that. Thank God for Vik, otherwise I'd be a mess.

"Your friends will be in shortly, Vikram, Olajide and Callum first," Dr Grey told me as she finished on her notes and lifted her head to me.

I nodded and gave her a weak smile, receiving a nod in response.

"I'll go grab your friends," said Dr Grey before disappearing. I let out a sigh and rested my head on the pillows.

The idea of seeing Vik made me sick. I didn't want to see the pity, the guilt and the disappointment. I wanted to sleep for eternity if I were to be honest. If I said that, I'd be put in the psych ward. I'd already managed to talk my way out of that – somehow.

"Hey."

I looked towards the door and my eyes locked with Vik's. He looked the same – plump lips, bright eyes, bushy eyebrows.

All sickness I felt washed away as I sat up, smiling widely at my best friend.

"Hey," I breathed. I didn't even manage to get a word out before Vik exploded onto me, his small arms wrapping around my neck.

"You idiot!" Vik wailed as he hugged me, JJ and Cal appearing in the doorway. I placed my arms around Vik and smiled at the others, the pair smiling back.

"You look better," JJ told me.

"Thanks, Jide," I chuckled, and the older boy made his way over, sitting at the bottom of my bed. Cal stood in the doorway, watching us. He didn't move, only watched, as JJ, Vik and I all spoke.

"You could've died."

I looked up at Cal and frowned. He didn't even look sad. He looked angry at me.

"You could've died, and you didn't bother to think about me! You were willing to leave me, over what? Some boy?" Cal exploded, his eyes brimming with tears and red with anger.

"It wasn't like that!" I retorted, sitting up and nearly sending Vik onto the floor.

"So, you didn't slit your wrists over a boy?"

"I was dehydrated and on the brink of a mental break-down! I slit my wrists because that was my last fucking resort!"

If I wasn't sitting in a hospital bed with bandages around my wrists, and JJ weren't sitting on top of my legs, I would've lunged straight at Cal. Thinking about it, maybe psych wasn't so bad...

"Let's go," mumbled Vik as he walked quickly over to Cal and gripped the taller one's arm. Cal didn't argue, turning and walking out of the room.

I let out a shaky exhale and let my head fall back onto my cushions, tears threatening to spill.

"Simon knows," said JJ, breaking the silence. I looked at him and felt tears roll down my cheeks.

"But he isn't here, is he?" I replied, my voice barely a whisper. Sorrowfully, JJ shook his head and I bit my lip.

"Well, now I can never call Harry a liar," I joked humourlessly. JJ looked at me in disbelief, but I didn't care.

"You can go now," I told him sternly. JJ looked shocked at my sudden mood swing but didn't disobey me, jumping to his feet and speeding from the room.

Was it stupid of me to think Simon would still come? Because that hope was the only thing keeping me sane.

"Then maybe we should admit you to psych."

I jumped when Dr Grey walked into the room, her eyebrows raised. I cursed myself for thinking out-loud, then let out a long sigh.

"Yeah, maybe we should."

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