bathroom

                                    

                                          
The sun crept through the thin hospital curtains. The soft beeping of the near by machine, grew annoying by every second. You were still in the small hospital room, waiting to be transferred to the recovery hospital. 
                          
You slowly lifted your arms but, winced at the tightness of the bandages wrapped around your cuts. The nice silence only lasted a few seconds before a new nurse came in. She had a food cart with her. Perfect. She didn't say anything instead, just wheeled the cart over to the side of the hospital bed. 
                          
You weren't planning on eating anything but, the therapist walked in. You almost frozen at the sight, you knew that she was going to make you eat every last bite. 
                          
"Good morning Eden!" she said excitedly, "I think you know why I'm here." she continued while pointing at the food tray by the bed. She lifted the tray and placed it on your lap. "But.." you let out weakly while looking up at her with glossy eyes. "Eden, I know it's hard but, please, for me?" the therapist tried to convince you. You took the cold metal spoon into your hands and placed it in the oatmeal. 
                          
You shakily held the spoon to your lips and parted them, swallowing the warm meal. A flash of guilt came over you as you felt the food hit your stomach. You looked up at the therapist with a sad look, she only gestured for you to keep eating. You dug the spoon in the oatmeal and quickly shoved all of it down your throat. 
                          
The therapist looked down at you with a warm smile, "See, it wasn't that bad. We'll get through this together." she said while taking the empty tray from your lap. You didn't respond instead all you could think about was how you were going to throw everything up with out being suspected. 
                          
The therapist left the room with a loud swing of the door. As soon as you heard the lock latch you got up. Placing your feet on the tile, the coldness still traveling through the thick hospital socks. You tried to stand completely upright but, slouched instead. 
                          
You walked to the foot of the bed and next to the sink. Should I? You thought to yourself, you shook that thought out of your head and walked around the bed. Almost behind the bed there was a door. You didn't realize the door was there until now. 
                          
You cautiously placed your grip on the metal handle, turning it slowly. The door completely opened, revealing a small bathroom. Perfect. You got on your knees in front of the glossy white toilet. Shoving your fingers down your throat and gagging loudly. 
                          
After moving your fingers around for a while you felt that similar feeling, your stomach turning, your throat tightening, and eventually all the food spilling out your mouth. You stuck your head deeper into the toilet and let everything out. 
                          
You slowly lifted yourself off the toilet and stared into the bowl, seeing brown, yellow, and beige liquid. You lifted your fist, wiped the corner of your mouth and stood up. 
                          
You gripped the corner of the sink in an attempt to stand up completely straight. You slightly reached over to lightly push down on the flush lever. Then you turned on the tap, letting the water get cold. You got a hand full of water and splashed it on your face, hoping it would get rid of the drowsy look. You threw some water in your mouth swished it around and spit it out. 
                          
You stood in the bathroom, looking for something sharp. Inspecting every inch of the bathroom hoping to find something. You ran your delicate fingers across the harsh material that under the sink was made of. You quickly unwraped your bandages and swiped your wrist under it. Drawing blood. "That's for eating, dumb bitch!" you yelled at yourself self in the mirror, watching the cut on your arm bleed out into the ground. You purposely fell back and sat on your knees, holding on to your arm. 
                          
"Eden!" you heard your mother shout from the outside "We're ready to go!" she added on while her footsteps got louder. With one swift motion, the door was wide open, your mother, the doctor, and the therapist all staring into the bathroom, watching blood trickle out of you while you desperately tried to wrap the bandages back around. 
                          
"I-I..." you tried to explain but your words were taken over by sobs. The therapist didn't say anything, instead she left the room while shouting something. Tears started welling your mothers eyes but, she quickly wiped them away and went to stand behind you. She placed her arms under yours and lifted you up. 
                          
Your mother helped you walk out the bathroom, both of you a sobbing mess. She sat you on the bed and stroked your hair gently. The therapist came back in the room, this time with a wheel chair. Your mother gripped your elbow and sat you in the chair, "Mom w-where are we goin-g?" you questioned lightly as she started wheeling you out the room. "We're transferring you." the doctor interrupted sternly. 
                          
As they all wheeled you out, all that was heard were footsteps, beeping, and the occasional crash. You all eventually made it out to the front of the hospital. You mother quickly jogged to her car and opened it, since it was already parked in front. You cautiously stood from the chair and slowly walked to the passenger seat. You slouched on to the seat and buckled the seat belt. 
                          
Now it was a time for an awkward ride. 
                          
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I'm proud of this chapter :3