His Rejection Killed Me...Almost. (COMPLETED)

Chapter 3 (Edited)

     -Kate-

               "How are you today Kate?" My doctor entered the room and I smiled.

"I feel better, thank you."

He nodded and checked my chart.

"Looks like you've been attending therapy, yesterday was your last session?" He questioned, his eyes raising to meet mine.

"Yes, it's been good." I nodded.

"Your therapist says you've progressed wonderfully, and your nurses have checked for self harm markings and found nothing."

I looked down to my legs and nodded slowly.

"That means we can finally discharge you today, Kate. How does that sound?" He let the clipboard fall to the side of his body.

I was speechless, what could I say? Should I thank him? Laugh maybe?

"That's usually the proper reaction." He chuckled.

"But, Kate, you know I'm going to have to put you on anti-depressants, I will be monitoring you closely. I will have to instruct your parents to give you one pill each morning and you won't be able to take them yourself."

I sighed, I knew this would happen but I knew I had to agree.

"How long will I have to take them?" I asked.

"That depends on you, we will see how well you integrate into pack life. Don't do anything rash and please don't make another attempt at your life again." He spoke sternly.

I nodded carefully.

"Doc...will I be able to get my pack inking soon? I was due about a few days ago on my birthday but I was here."

He sighed and nodded.

"If your family approves, then I don't see any problems."

I smiled, and thanked him once more before he left the room to get my discharge papers.

I made my way to the bathroom to get undressed from the sweatpants and jacket provided by the hospital.

As I changed out of my baggy clothing, I looked at my body in the mirror. I'd gained weight while I was here.

I was no longer twiggy, instead my body had filled out and along with the weight came my development.

Along with individual counseling, came physical therapy.

They had me up my daily intake, and as a result I gained muscle and fat which I desperately needed.

I examined my newly toned body, my breasts had filled out a little too much for my liking as well as my behind. I could only imagine what my mother would say.

My family had come to visit me only a few times since I had gained consciousness. It wasn't entirely their fault, my doctor thought it would only further my emotional outbursts if they came too often.

The last time it was only my mother who came to visit, she'd brought a dress for my birthday.

"I'll leave it in the bathroom." She'd said, before taking her leave.

I shook those thoughts from my mind as I looked towards the red velvet skater body con dress that hung on the back of the bathroom door.

I sighed and grabbed it before slipping it over my head and onto my body.

The dress fit like a second skin, It was almost a little uncomfortable. Since I'd gained weight, my clothes were fitting tighter over my chest and hips.