Razor

[PART ELEVEN]; Bradley

After breakfast, Anastasia took me around the ward. She showed me where the bathrooms where and we played some music and talked to some of the other patients. Eventually, Ana got distracted by something so I decided to take this as a chance to get to know the other patients. I walked back out to the pool table and sat at the counter and watched. 

It was the boy from earlier, he glanced over to me and gave me a little smirk before inviting me to join him and offered to teach me a few moves. We got to talking and I found out his name was Bradley and he was seventeen years old. Brad began to tell me about why he was in the ward and we began to hit it off. Brad explained to me that the two girls from earlier both had some sort of eating disorder and their names were Chloe and Jordan, and the girl I was sitting next to was Natalie, my roommate.

Brad and I hung out all day, dancing around like lunatics and pissing the nurses off. At around six that afternoon, we all sat down for tea and then went to watch the football game that was on TV that night.

"Let me try on your choker!" Brad giggled, pointing to the tattoo choker I was wearing. 

"Okay fine you goof, don't break it though," I said, pulling the springy plastic over my head and handing it to him, he put it around his neck and began to strut around the lounge area causing me to erupt in laughter. 

"Oh fucks sake! Get out of the way of the TV!" Jordan whined, throwing her arms in the air to get Brads attention. Bradley turned around and began to shake his hips and repeat Jordan in a mocking voice, causing Ana, Chloe and I to laugh until our stomachs ached.

"Ladies! Be QUIET! This is a hospital not a sorority!" one of the Nurses whined in protest.

"And Bradley, what are you doing? Take that off immediately!" the Nurse whimpered. We weren't allowed phones or any outside reading material in the ward, so we often had to find entertainment in shitty daytime television and arts and crafts. None of us where interested, so we often ended up fucking around much to the Nurses disapproval. I guess on this particular night, the Nurse on call had enough of our shit and sent us to bed earlier than usual.

As I went off to bed, Nat crept over to my side of the room.

"Hey, are you okay? You got in late last night and I feel bad I never got to meet you..." she whispered as she pulled the curtain closed.

"...I just, I thought I heard you crying? I know it's none of my business but- Are you okay?" She continued. She was right, the night I got in I was a drugged up emotional wreck.