Fall Risks

Chapter 1

I took a long look around the room. The first thing I noticed, aside from the cool chill of the air conditioning, was the large amount of computer equipment beyond my knowledge on one side of the room, where sat a young woman in pale blue scrubs. I noticed her name tag said 'Sarah' on it. On the other side of the room was a recliner and a small couch, and in front of me was a flat screen tv.
I looked down at my wrists. On one arm was an unfamiliar wristband reading the words "fall risk". On the other, there were multiple cuts overlapping the faded sketches I had drawn with a sharpie in math class four days prior. I could still barely make out "666" and a paper airplane flying towards a circle, originally meant to be Saturn. My cuts weren't deep enough to need wrapping but they were deep enough for it to hurt whenever my IV moved slightly and brushed against one.
For a moment I had almost forgotten where I was until the IV reminded me that I was in the hospital. Guess I didn't take enough Xanax. If I had then I'd be in the morgue instead. If I wanted to be dead before I definitely want to now. Three days in children's hospital waiting on a room in the psych unit is enough to make you crazy enough to actually need the psych unit.
"Ah good. You're awake," said Sarah, smiling down at me.
"Did they find me a room yet?" I asked, running my fingers through my short pink hair. The only reason I actually care is so I can get this god damn IV out of my arm. And so I can brush my hair. I hate not being able to brush it more than anything in the world. Whenever I'm at home I carry a brush with me 24/7 so having my hair so matted like this and not being able to brush it is almost enough to give me a panic attack. But that's besides the point. Once I get into psych, I can tell the doctors what they want to hear and be out in a few days. I'll finally be able to finish what I started.
"Actually yes they did. One of the patients is leaving today. All there is to do now is wait for his parents to get here and clean up the room!" Sarah spoke with a cheery smile. I suppose that's why the doctors chose her to look after suicidal patients. Hoping that maybe some of her sunshine attitude would rub off on us. Maybe it works for some people but honestly to me it's just annoying as hell and almost makes me want to die more.
"Great. How long will that take?"
"Only a few hours. You'll be in by nightfall," finally some good news. I was tempted to ask Sarah about the new wristband that they put on me while I was asleep but I also didn't feel like talking to such a drainingly cheery person any longer than I had to. I kept rereading the words to myself. Fall risk.
Since I'm under 18, they put me in the children's unit. This basically means that literally every movie programmed into the TV is a Disney movie. I'm not exactly complaining though. It's not a secret that the vast majority of people still watch Disney movies in their free time. Right?
Anyways, with my limited options and boredom almost as severe as my depression, I decided to have a Disney movie marathon all day until the nurses came to take me to psych. There was Aladdin, beauty and the beast, wreck it Ralph, etc, and I'll admit that for the next few hours I was ever so mildly entertained.
Halfway through Tangled I heard a knock at my door. I glanced over, but before I could say anything my dad had already entered the room. His eyes were red and I could see him fighting tears.
"Hey Shiloh. You're room is ready," he faked a smile and opened the door a little wider for a nurse to come in with a wheelchair.