I'm Fine, Really.

Sarah Spills The Tea

brendon point of view

I start to panic as Dallon falls to the floor. I'm not good in these situations, I don't think. 

"Dallon? Come on Dal wake up." I shake him and put my finger to his cold wrist, his heart is still beating. 

I bite my lip and look around nervously, I have no idea where we are. "Um okay yeah I'm just gonna carry you. You can't hear me. That's fine." I talk to him, mostly myself, as I try to pick up the lanky boy. It's easier than I thought, he barely weighs anything. 

After ten minutes of carrying him around the halls, I see Sarah trying to clean some paint out of her hair. "I've got a problem" I say, getting her attention. She looks up and her eyes widen. "Set him down. Is he breathing?" I nod and crouch down, carefully placing the thin boy on the floor. 

The gravity of the situation hits me as nurses crowd him, putting him on a stretcher. "I didn't- I don't know what- I'm sorry?" I sputter to Sarah, not knowing what to do with myself as I hug my knees. 

"It's okay Brendon, it's not your fault. When did this happen?" Sarah sits on the floor next to me. 

"Few minutes ago. We had been walking for a while. He-" I stop myself, not wanting to snitch on him.

"He what?" She puts an arm around my shoulder for comfort. "He was purging today." She frowns, tapping her nails on the floor. "Would some ice cream make you feel better?" 

I laugh a little, "I'm not a child, but yeah, ice cream could help." She smiles and stands, pulling me up by my hand.

We walk into the cafeteria and she motions for me to follow her to the back room inside the kitchen. "I was institutionalized here once." She tells me, opening a large freezer. "Wait for real? When? Hold old are you?" I ask, in shock as she hands me a little cup of vanilla ice cream. 

"It was like, ten years ago. I'm twenty-five and perfectly fine now, but I used to be just like you and Dallon when I was younger." I nod, opening the ice cream. She rolls up one of the sleeves of her scrubs and holds out her forearm, there are many small white lines on the inside of her wrist, they have been healed for years now. Barely even visible, the opposite of mine.

"Wow." That's all I can say. I didn't even know you could be hired in a place like this if you've been locked in a psych ward. The more you know I guess. 

"My favorite nurse would always take me back here so I could find the kinds of foods that I would eat. As long as I was eating, she didn't really care." She goes on, rolling her sleeve back down. "It made me feel so much better. She helped me get out of here. She passed away a few years ago though, really sucks." "Sorry for your loss." She scrunches her nose and shakes her head.

"It's alright. I'm over it now." I nod and eat my ice cream, thinking about Dallon. "What do you think they are doing with Dallon now?" I ask her, all of it coming right back to me at once. "Probably just getting his vitals and putting him on a feeding tube. He was extremely underweight. I'm honestly scared for him, his bmi is lower than Tyler's."  

I look up at her "What was it?" She looks like she is contemplating saying something. "Sixteen. Pretty severe." I whistle and finish my ice cream. "Wow." She nods. "I need to stop telling you all this stuff, I'm gonna get in trouble." 

"No! I love hearing you 'spill the tea'" I say, making her laugh. "Am I allowed to see him?" 

"Let's go find out, shall we?" She holds out a hand. "We shall."

I regret letting my walls down for so many people, first Dallon, then Tyler and Josh, now Sarah. Who's next? Dr. Iero? Fuck that. 

I hope Dallon is okay though. 

I don't think I can lose my skeleton boy.

I get too attached too fast

this was short oops

i need some hydrogen peroxide or a time machine in the worst way rn🤙🤙

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