ᴇᴜɴᴏɪᴀ • ᴇ.ᴅ + ɢ.ᴅ

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"get out." i whispered. my voice slow yet forceful.

lia just sat there, looking at me.

"i said," i raised my voice and turned to look at her, shaking. "get the fuck out."

she sighed with a disappointed look on her face and placed an envelope on the small table next to my bed. "i hope we can talk more soon." she comments before heading out the door.

as soon as it clicked shut, i let out a deep breath and bowed my head.

"i'm sorry about her." a voice interrupted my thoughts.

i flicked my eyes up to see the doctor, or michael, as she called him.

"you know me?" i questioned, narrowing my eyes at him.

"i knew of you. from lia. but we hadn't met in person until you first came here. i know it isn't professional to keep secrets and i'm sorry. i was looking out for you and i hope there's no hard feelings." he says, obviously trying to persuade me into letting it go so he wouldn't get into any trouble.

luckily i'm not a nasty person, and he doesn't seem like one either.

"it's fine," i swallow. "so what's wrong with me now?"

he arranged his notes and took a step closer to me as i watched him patiently, not really caring about whatever he could say.

"it's just the same. but worse. your body is running off practically nothing and it took the toll on you. if you carry on the way you are, it could be extremely serious and then if it gets worse, it could be life threatening. if your body doesn't get enough nutrients, it can cause your organs to struggle and eventually fail. but luckily, we've realised before that stage." he says, his voice clear and monotone, professional sounding.

"good." i say shortly.

"good?" he laughs whilst checking my heart rate and temperature.

"i'm not dying yet. there's always a positive." i shrug.

"well this may not be such good news for you. we have to keep you in for a couple of days, maybe more. since your lack of appetite is all due to trauma and stress, it won't be longer. all we need to do is monitor you and get you back on track before sending you off on your way again."

"great." i said. "is the person that walked off earlier still here?" i asked, i kept my tone uninterested although i was still anxious.

"ah, grayson, yes?" he smiled, looking at me. i nodded briefly.

"i'm sorry. he did leave. so are you two-"

"just friends." i finished.

"i see." he nodded, sensing the tension. in all
honesty, i didn't want to talk about him.

i don't really know what i expected. he didn't owe me a single thing. he deserves a better friend than me anyway, not to be all cliche and everything. i have too many problems and i need to deal with them alone.

i cant burden people with my issues. i cant make them feel responsible for me. i cant let other people care.

but i just didn't know how to stay away from him.

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4 days. i've been here 4 days.