This one carries on from the last one, if that makes sense 😂
The ride to the hospital was scary. Sam woke up shortly after the ambulance had been phoned, and Colby had helped him sit up, pulling the blonde to lean on his chest. Sam was tired, tired and weak and his head was spinning. Jake got him water, which Colby helped him sip. Corey got him an extra hoodie, as the blonde was shaking. And Colby just held him. He held him tightly, running a soothing hand up and down his back, over his arms, through his hair. When the paramedics did arrive, they wanted Sam to get checked out. The blonde wasn't too keen on that idea, but was too tired to protest.
He let himself be helped into the back of an ambulance and taken to hospital. He let the nurses check his heart rate, his blood pressure, his temperature. He let them listen to his heart and check his abdomen. He allowed them to check his height and weight, take his blood and send him for x-rays. Something about checking bone density, Sam didn't really know. He tried to refuse to pee into some weird tube thing, but the nurses were very persuasive. He didn't like it when they stuck a drip in his hand and attached it to a bag of fluids. Apparently he was de-hydrated. Weird. He felt fine. A little dizzy, and extremely tired, but fine.
After what felt like hours of just sitting there, leaning on colby's shoulder, who had refused to leave the blonde, a nice looking nurse came through. She said something about wanting Sam to speak to a mental health professional, but the blonde shook his head.
"No. No I don't need it," Sam protested, fiddling with the stupid gown they'd put him in.
"Sam..." colby spoke softly. The nurse excused herself, with a gentle promise to be back in a few minutes.
"Sammy, look at me," Colby pleaded. Sam looked up at his friend, into his blue eyes.
"Please....Sam you're not well..."
Sam scoffed, looking away from him.
"No, look at me," Colby spoke sternly, moving Sams head back so his eyes were on him. He took sams wrist, holding it next to his own. Sam stared, blinking down at their limbs. Colby's wrist was slim, but not too slim. He could see the muscles pushing against his tanned skin; it was normal. And then Sam looked at his own. It was significantly smaller than colby's, not a hint of muscle, the bones pushing angrily against his pale skin.
"Do you see? This... this isn't normal Sam," Colby spoke, his voice shaking. Sam retracted his wrist, tears welling in his eyes.
"Talk to the doctor... please," Colby begged. Sam looked up at Colby, before gently nodding. Colby breathed a sigh of relief, smiling when Sam laid his head back on the brunettes shoulder.
Sam spoke to the mental health professional. Colby had to leave, so it was just the blonde and a kind looking woman with blonde hair. She had a soft voice, and it was soothing as she asked Sam some questions. She asked about his thoughts, and feelings; which the blonde thought was un-necessary. But then he remembered colby's glossy eyes and pleads to tell this woman the truth, so he did just that. And then, she asked about his eating habits. The blonde answered honestly, the idea that his behaviour was normal still whirling around in his head. Hs didn't understand any of this. Why he was in the hospital. He was a little skinny, so what? Colby was skinny. Jake and Corey were skinny. And they weren't being admitted to hospital and made to pee in tubes in front of a nurse they'd never met. Sam didn't understand.
"Eating disorder."
Sam blinked at the doctor, shaking his head. Colbys hand tightened in sams, tears gathering in his eyes.
"N-no I don't," Sam whispered, his voice hoarse and shaky. Colby let a tear slip from his eye. He didn't notice.
The doctor continued to explain treatment plans, but Sam zoned out. Colby, however listened. She told them that Sam would be refereed to a 'primary care doctor' who would give medical care if needed, and also a dietitian who was going to offer guidance back to normal eating patterns and meal plans. And much to Sam's dismay, they wanted him to go to therapy once a week until he met his weight goals. And to make everything even worse, they told Sam he'd have to stay in hospital over night, so they could continue to monitor his 'hydration and heart rhythms'; whatever that meant. So, at 9pm, Colby placed a gentle kiss on sams blonde hair, giving him a soft hug before leaving; promising to be back in the morning. And for the first time since he collapsed, Sam was completely on his own. Colby had gone, and there wasn't a nurse or doctor in sight. So Sam slowly let himself go, and allowed the tears to escape his eyes and the sobs to escape his throat.
