Suicide hotline

Chapter 36: Hospital Food Sucks But McDonald's Swallows

Song: Grant Green ft Charles Bradley - Mr Jukes

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Chance's POV:

"Come on Chance, you need to eat." Hope's gentle voice sounded from beside me as she held the fork in front of my face.

I grimaced as the smell of the obvious fake and artificial steak hit my nostrils.

"Hope, how many times have I told you. I'm not hungry. Even if I was, I wouldn't eat that." I argued, pushing her hand away from my face.

She sighed in frustration, putting the tray that was in front of me off to the side. She sat on the bed properly now, picking at her bare nails. I watched her expression, frowning.

Hope has been allowed to leave the hospital yesterday due to the fact that her conditions were fine and the tests resulted in showing her health was much better, but me, I wasn't allowed to leave for another week or so and it was driving me insane.

I was thankful she was spending time with me.

I looked back up at her.

I knew she was upset that I wouldn't eat, I haven't eaten for the last 48 hours. Sure I was kind of hungry, but the pain in my ribs kept me at bay and distracted.

In another sense, I was punishing myself for hurting Hope, even if I didn't intentionally mean for any harm to come her way.

It was still my fault she had a black eye, bruises on her face and body and a busted lip.

"You know Dr Jacobs said you weren't allowed out unless you were properly eating. Plus you need more time to heal, so you're gonna he here for a good minute. I don't want you to waste away all because you refuse to eat." She whispered softly, her cheeks flushed as I watched her incredulously.

I chewed the inside of my cheek.

I hated making her sad or along the lines of it. I've hurt her enough these last few days, I don't want to do any extra damage.

So that's why I swallow my pride and sigh.

I reached over, a groan leaving my throat as I grabbed the tray and swung it back around. Hope's eyes moved to my own, a confused look as I kept eye contact with her icy orbs.

I grabbed the fork and handed it to her.

Her eyes slightly lit up, taking it from me carefully. I stayed silent, opening my mouth and leaning forward. She moved towards me and put the bit of food in my mouth.

I clamped down and pulled it off, chewing while keeping immense eye contact with her. I watched her face redden, a smile lighting her face.

I pushed down the sickening feeling in my gut as I forced myself to chew and swallow. I stuck my tongue out, a blunt look on my face as she grinned.

"Good boy." She said, poking my cheek.

It was my turn to now blush. I coughed, covering it up and looked away.

I don't know why, but I love it when she calls me that. It makes me feel all warm and giddy inside.

Along with feeling smaller than what I actually am.

For a moment, I watched as she poked the fork into the artificial meat and brought it to her lips. I watched confused as she put it into her mouth and began to chew.

Her eyes widened and she spat the meat out into the plastic cup I had drank from after my pills that Hope forced me to take.

"Oh god, I am so sorry I made you eat that." She coughed, laughing as I smugly smiled at her.