The Promise of You and I

5. I Don't Love The Drama, It Loves Me

 Edited by: @grecya14

5. I Don't Love the Drama, It Loves Me

Bright lights shined through my eyelids. My body was aching all over.

"Lec?! Lec?! Oh God, LEC!" A voice was screaming my name. It sounded so, so far away.

"We have to get her off the ice. Hey, you! Call 911! Taylor, I need you to stop crying." A more assertive, yet still far away voice states.

I opened my eyes slightly only to see blurry images moving too fast to focus on them. I felt some cold hand on my face.

"Lec, I need you to stay with me!" That was definitely Taylors voice. She was terrified, her voice was shaking.

"I-I'm okay" I attempted to say, but my mouth refused to open. I was so tired... I closed my eyes once again to the darkness.

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"What do you mean she'll be okay? She has been out for two damn days!" A tired, scared voice woke me up out of my sleep. I kept my eyes shut to avoid being dragged into that conversation.

"Mrs. Mil-" another, more calm, male voice began

"MISS Mills, thank you" The first voice interjected sharply. Mom. She was here?

Where is here?

"My apologies, Ms. Mills. Yes, Alecia may look poorly at the moment, but she will be okay. I wanted to ask you however, do you know her average calorie intake? I am afraid she is slightly underweight for her height and age," The male voice was attempting to be compassionate, but I maybe change this to could tell he was done with my mother's anger. He was definitely a doctor.

"No. I am usually at my office or travelling for my job. She spends more time with her friends than me," My mother sounds disappointed. Whether it was the disappointment in herself for not being around, or for my lack of effort to be around her, I'm not sure.

I decide to finally open up my eyes as the light beeping of, what I assume to be, a heart monitor fell over the room. My mother and the doctor were silent.

I slowly opened my eyes to find them both staring at me.

"Lec, how are you feeling?"

I coughed a couple times, showing my throat was dry. I had oxygen being pumped through a nasal canula and a feeding tube in up my nose. "I-I... my head hurts." I croaked. 

Wait. Feeding tube? No, no, no, no, NO! Those things give you almost 3000 calories a day.

"Hello, Ms. Mills. I am Doctor Chase. You fell pretty hard, you have a severe concussion and a broken wrist. Normally, a concussion of that magnitude can crack your skull. Your skull is okay, but you are malnourished. That means your weight is well below average for your height and age. This was the probable cause of your extended period of unconsciousness." Doctor Chase stared down as his clipboard for all the information he was telling me.

Burpies.

Not paying attention at all, I calculate the workouts and fasting I will have to do in order to loose the weight I have probably already put on.  "Tha-that's a lot of info" I stammer, guessing as to what he might say. 

Push ups.

My mother looks concerned, but her phone rings. She looks at it and her eyes deepen into her scull. "I have to take this," she says as she slowly exits the room, closing the massive light wash wood door.