The Boy Next Door

fourty five

OWENS POV
I was worried about Amelia. I hadn't heard from her all afternoon. I was about to get ready and walk over to her house but my phone rang. It was Amelia. Thank god.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey, don't freak out," she said.
"Okay," I nodded, "what's up?"
"I'm in the hospital, I didn't do anything, I'm fine, I, I just, I wanted to come here for help and, I'm, um, I'm allowed visitors, do you want to come?" She said quietly.
"Yeah of course," I said.
"Thank you," she said.
"Can I bring you anything," I asked.
"No," she said quietly, "just you."
"Okay, I'll see you soon, I love you," I said.
"I love you too," she said. I walked downstairs and my mom and Megan were baking.
"Uh hey can we go to the hospital?" I asked.
"What? Why? Is everything okay?" My mom
asked.
"Is it Amelia?" Megan asked.
"Yeah, she's fine, I think she just wants therapy and help and she wants me to visit her," I said.
"Yeah sure, we can leave in a few minutes okay?" My mom said. I nodded and sat down. They finished baking and shut the oven off and my mom came over and hugged me.
"You okay?" She asked.
"Yeah," I said, "I'm fine." We got in the car and drove over to the hospital. We got to the parking lot and we ran in and asked for Amelia. A nurse gave me her room number. My mom met up with Evelyn and I walked down the hall to her room. I opened the door and Amelia was playing cards with one of the doctors.
"Hey," I said.
"Hi," Amelia said quietly, "Sheldon this is Owen."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Doctor Wallace, Amelia's therapist," he said and shook my hand.
"Nice to meet you," I said.
"He's also horrible at cards," Amelia said.
"We'll finish this later?" Doctor Wallace said.
"Sure," Amelia said and put the cards down and he left. Amelia looked at me and didn't say anything. I sat down in a chair in front of her and she started crying.
"Hey, hey shh it's okay," I said.
"It's not," She said crying. She cried and I sat down next to her and wrapped my arms around her. After a while she wiped her eyes and looked at me.
"They want me to take antidepressants," she said quietly.
"Do you want to?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said, "they said it could work."
"Maybe it's worth a try?" I said, being supportive.
"I'm also borderline anorexic," she said quietly.
"You did the right thing for yourself by coming here, it takes a lot of strength to do that," I said.
"That's what everyone keeps saying," she said.
"Why don't you try to eat something, I'll eat with you," I said.
"You'll eat with me?" She said.
"Yup," I said. She nodded.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Um, Jello I guess, and fries from the cafeteria," she said.
"Okay," I said, "I'll be right back." I left her room and both our moms got up.
"Did she talk?" Carolyn asked.
"Yeah, I'm going to try to get her to eat something," I said.
"Thank you so much," she said and hugged me.
"You're welcome," I said, "I just hope she actually eats something."
"Something is better than nothing," my mom said.
"Agreed," Carolyn said. I walked to the cafeteria and grabbed food and walked back to her room. I opened the door and Amelia was staring at a piece of paper.
"Whatcha got?" I asked and put the food on the movable table tray attached to the bed.
"My chart that I stole from Sheldon," she said.
"You stole your chart?" I chuckled.
"He went to the bathroom and left it here," she said and put it in a drawer. She moved over and I sat down next to her and I knew it was going to be a challenge to get her to eat half of it.
"Spoon?" I offered.
"Thanks," she said and took it from me and I handed her a Jello cup. She opened it and took a small scoop and put it in her mouth.
"Is it good?" I asked.
"It's okay," she said. I took a scoop of it and she put the cup down. I frowned as she barely made a dent in it.
"Fry?" I said as I held on up.
"Yeah," she said and took a bite of one.
"Good?" I said.
"Yeah actually," she said and ate a few. It was good to see her eating, even if it was only 5 French fries.
"Do you want more jello?" I asked.
"No," she said.
"Okay," I said. The door opened and it was her therapist.
"It's in the drawer," Amelia said.
"You stole your own chart?" He said.
"Yeah," Amelia said, "you left it in the open."
"Amelia you can't do that," he said.
"What, I wanted to see your notes about me," Amelia said.
"Don't do it again," Doctor Wallace said and walked out.
"Don't do it again," Amelia mocked and I chuckled. She smiled and looked at me.
"So I start antidepressants tomorrow," she said.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," I said.
"Tell that to my sick mother out there. I already dragged her here twice I'm not going to refuse medicine, she deserves for me to get better," she said and poked the jello with her spoon. It broke me to see her like this.
"She just wants you to be happy," I said.
"I am, sometimes," She said. I kissed her head and she leaned into me.
"I'm happy with you," she said.