We Could Be Best Friends But I Want Your Best Friend (Down With Webster Fanfic)

Chapter 25

After being released from the hospital, I moved out of Pat's apartment.

Justin insisted I stay with him. I guess breaking your leg, spraining both wrists, and landing a concussion can really scare a person.

It's been seven months since the car accident. Pat and I broke up when I moved out. We didn't want to do it, but everything was just so crazy at the time. We made a promise to keep in touch. Then maybe try "us" out again.

Turns out I was in a coma for five consecutive days. Camm was under for two weeks. My head hit the dashboard, but I absorbed some of the pressure with my wrists. That's why they were sprained. Camm had his hands on the wheel, so he didn't have much to stop himself.

I'm fine now. I don't technically have to use crutches anymore. I just can't walk around too much. My wrists have fully healed, but it's not like I've tested them out. Refraining from writing or texting isn't hard. It's not like I wanted to talk to anybody anyway. The bruises are still going strong, but my cuts and scrapes are healing. Glass from the car windows left an imprint on my right arm and the right side of my face. Only a few scars. The rest of the marks are either faded or almost gone.

Camm broke his left arm, which is in a sling. Hailey said he just got his cast off. He also had a concussion, worse than mine, actually. But that's over with now. He had the cuts too. Although, those are scars that probably won't fade.

"Jess, I made you lunch."

Justin walked into my room, holding a plate with a sandwich sitting neatly atop.

"Thanks."

I looked back to the TV, slumping down against my bed. I sat with a few pillows and a pink quilt against the end of my bed. The screen is clearly too close, as it is meant to be viewed from on top of my bed. But what've I got to loose?

"You're actually going to eat it this time, right?" He raised an eyebrow, inspecting me suspiciously.

"I'll try."

He sighed, knowing I wasn't going to eat it, once again wasting a bunch of turkey on me. Well, it's the though that counts.

For the first time in a while, Justin didn't just leave me to sit in my room and cry into my pillow. Instead, he set the sandwich in front of me and sat down beside it.

"Ok, Jessica, listen to me. I know you've had some... issues in the past. But you promised you were over it. You need to talk to someone. Now, it's either going to be me, or some lady in a white coat holding a clip board asking you the same thing every day. Which one is it going to be."

There were so many things I wanted to say to that, but taking a bite of that tasty looking sandwich looked like a better option.

"I'll start eating again, I promise," I said with a mouth full of turkey and lettuce.

"Good. That's a start."

I nodded, enjoying the food a lot more than I should have. Being 90 pounds and not having eaten in three days; I should be used to this empty feeling in my stomach.

Maybe it is time to get over this anorexia shit. I'm so tired of worrying about the way I look, and worrying if I'm about to collapse in a bag of bones. Justin's right.

"You knew about my anorexia when I was fifteen, right? I got help when I was seventeen."

He nodded, signaling for me to continue.

"Well, I started obsessing over losing weight again when I was nineteen. It's been like that ever since. But I'll start trying to eat again. I swear."