This chapter is short and rushed, but only because I was so excited for the next two chapters 😩 so, I'm sorry that it's not too great, but ah well🙄
Enjoy <3
Smith
Diego's idea worked.
After shedding crocodile tears and begging Sheila, she allowed Diego to stay the night after getting permissions. Knowing I won't be alone and will be in the boys presence makes me feel a million times better.
I try to eat something, but it doesn't go well. Everytime I hold the food to my mouth, I feel everyone's eyes on me. On the way I eat. On what I'm eating. On how much I'm about to ingest. Immediately, I lose my appetite and go back to sipping Gatorade.
Kylie stays as late as she can. She gives me the biggest hug ever, thanks Diego for staying with me, promises to stop by during her lunch hour tomorrow, and then leaves.
Again, Diego and I are alone. The truth hangs above our heads, and so does our need to talk about the other night. My mouth opens and closes, but nothing comes out. I'm unsure how to ask, and I'm terrified of reigniting the argument.
Finally, I muster up the courage to bring up the topic. "Can we talk?"
Diego doesn't reply at first. He leans back in the chair he's in, studying my face. His eyes then move to my heart monitor and plate full of food in front of me. "You should try eating."
I huff at his response. Is this going to become a new thing? Will Diego begin to force me to eat in exchange for time together? Gosh, I hope not. "That's not fair."
"We can't have a serious conversation if your brain is cloudy."
Okay, maybe I did mention having a foggy mind due to not eating, but that's unimportant. I can have a million conversations a day while having no food in my system. "I don't like eating alone in front of people..."
After a moment of thinking, Diego gives a solution. "How about I go get food, and then we can eat together?"
My stomach fills with warmth, replacing the hunger gnawing at me. "Sure."
Diego leaves and comes back with almost the same food the nurses gave me. I don't eat much, just a few bites of a banana, pretzels, and the meat from a sandwich. Unfortunately, eating did make me feel better and able to think clearer.
I hate it, though. I hate that in order to function, I'm having to eat. Forcing myself to keep down and digest food in order to feel alive sucks.
Before Sheila clocked out of her shift, she gave me supplements and reminded me to keep drinking fluids. She gives me a wrinkly, warm smile before my new nurse, Melinda, came in. Melinda appears nice, but doesn't have the same brightness to her as Sheila, but that's okay.
"Can we talk now?"
"Would you rather us wait until you're home and completely okay?"
I shake my head. I don't want to go another moment without talking about things. We need to figure this out, even if it results to us ending things. But gosh, I sure as hell hope that doesn't happen. "I'm okay now." The dark haired boy gives me a look. "Please, Diego? I ate. I'm okay. Please, can we talk?"
