Jessica Grayson has struggled with body dysmorphia and bullying for most of her life. And when she believes she has finally turned things around for herself, she is betrayed and made fun of by her boyfriend and close friends, which sends her into a...
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"How is she?" I ask as soon as we reach the doctor.
"Are you family?" She eyes us quizically.
"We're not related, but we are her family. Her mother is not here right now." Mrs. Williamson explains, and the doctor nods.
"We gave her some Narcan because she was unresponsive, and she underwent gastric suction. She is stabilized now."
We collectively let out a relieved sigh.
"Can we see her?" I ask.
"Sure." She gives me a small smile. "But keep it short. She needs to rest."
Jeremy and I don't need to be told twice. We hurry to her room and barge in.
Steff turns around as soon as we enter, and she gives us a weak smile. She looks pale and exhausted. Tubes are attached to her hand, and the beeping from the ECG machine is the only sound in the room.
"Oh, God! Steff!" I throw my arms around her, and she groans.
"Sorry." I back away. "I'm so glad you're okay!"
Jeremy takes a deep breath.
"I am happy you're awake, but I am so mad at you! You gave me a heart attack."
"He found you," I tell her.
She tries to get up but curses instead, laying back down.
"How do you feel?" I ask.
"Like I have been plucked up to the sky by aliens and experimented on." She says, her voice husky. "They pumped my stomach."
"Well, they had to clean it," Jeremy tells her.
"Can they pump my brain?" She rolls her eyes. "It needs cleaning."
I chuckle.
"Same."
"This isn't a joke!" Jeremy snaps. "Do you know how scared I was when I found you like that? You could have died!"
She looks up to give him a small smile.
"You can't get rid of me that easily, kid."
"I see you haven't lost your edge." I nudge her.
"I don't see any humor in this. I'm sorry." Jeremy says, looking somber.
Steff sighs, her eyes growing sad.
"I'm sorry you had to clean up my mess once again, Jer. Thank you. I owe you my life."
