bleeding tears

A visit

possible trigger-warning

Chloe's POV:

I entered the hospital through the huge main entrance. It was busy as always.
I took the stairs up to the 3rd floor where the surgeon's attending's room was. I opened the door and spottet the clothes on the table. I picked them up and put them in my handbag.

When I was about to turn around and leave I noticed someone sitting in the comfortable armchair.
"Chloe, what are you doing here?", a voice asked. It was Owen.

"Just grabbing my stuff. Don't worry, I'll be gone in a second", I clarified and smiled weakly.

"You are missing here", the red-haired man admitted.

"It's my own fault", I said without any expression.

"You don't look really well", the doctor said and eyed me from my hair to my toes. I shrugged and headed out of the room.

I tried to resist the urge of checking up on Beca. I needed to stay away from her. I needed to cut her out of my life. But it was impossible. Only seconds later I found myself in front of her room.

Beca's POV:

Since the day Chloe had left everything was different. The doctors seemed to be
impolite, the food tasted even worse, and I was in much more pain, mentally as well as physically. All the good vibes and the hope had been washed away. Every day was the same.

I was taking a nap when I got woken up by a knock on my door. Tiredly I rubbed my eyes. The door opened and I couldn't believe who I saw.

I was looking right into the gorgeous face of my once so loved, red-haired doctor. "Hey", she mumbled and moved closer towards my bed. Chloe looked exhausted and not healthy at all.

"What happened to you?", I wondered and felt my heart break at the sight of her. She had become so skinny I was able to see her bones sticking out on some parts of her body. She was pale and big eye bags were resting below her eyes.

"Nothing, I'm fine. How are you? Are you in pain?", the girl tried to change the subject. "I'm okay. I mean, yes, I'm getting weaker and weaker but that's something nobody can do anything about", I explained and didn't take my eyes off her.

"I've missed you", I said hardly audible but I knew she had understood. "I'm sorry for leaving you like that. I wanted to forget you. I wanted to never see you again. But here I am, crawling back to you because I cannot live without you anymore", the ginger expressed her feelings and laughed sarcastically, not quite believing what she was saying.
I grabbed her arm, wanting to pull her closer when her sleeve slid up. For a moment everything around me froze. Immediately she pulled it down again.

"Chloe", I began, "I saw it."
She cleared her throat and tried to phrase a sentence: "It's...n...not...not...wh...what...it...l...lo...looks...like."

I pulled up her sleeves on both of her arms. "Don't lie to me. I know what it is because it is exactly what it looks like", I made clear and had to hold back my tears.
"What is wrong with you? How much harm do you wanna cause yourself? Have you seen yourself? When was the last time you ate properly?", I wanted to know and a tear rolled down my cheek. "I don't even know", the redhead muttered. "And you don't even care", I added quietly...