I woke up to the sound of beeping monitors and hushed whispering around me.
I felt movement, but I was too tired to open my eyes. Something warm covered my hand and another moved my hair.
"She's waking..." a gentle murmur was above me. "I'll get the nurse."
"Thanks. Hey, Nevvy, there you are."
I tried to move my hand but it felt too heavy. With a ton of willpower, I managed to keep my eyes open.
Nate was sitting on a chair next to the bed holding my hand, looking concerned. The door opened, and Nick came in, followed by a doctor. "Hello, Ms. Anderson, I'm Doctor June. How are you feeling, any pain right now?"
My body had a weary— almost fuzzy— feeling. I was tired. So, so tired. "No pain. 'M tired."
"Hm, that's probably the sedatives. I'm going to check your vitals, now, okay?"
I couldn't bring myself to get the energy to nod.
She leaned in, taking my hand from my side. I only then noticed the IVs, just like last time.
"W... What...happened?" I managed to say, voice cracking at disuse.
On the opposite side of the doctor, Nate moved his thumb over my palm. I relaxed at the soothing touch. "You had a... you had a panic attack, Vae."
"A... a panic attack?" He nodded. "How long... has..." I paused, taking a deep breath. "It been?"
"Only about two hours."
Doctor June leaned back up, "Okay, everything is looking fine. Your blood sugar is low, for my liking, however. I'm assuming you didn't get a chance to finish dinner before fainting?" She was kind but firm, and I shook my head to the best of my abilities. If I had enough energy, I would've felt embarrassed.
"I'm going to grab a supplement for you, any flavor you prefer?"
My mind froze. Before— Mom— seven.
The heart monitor spiked.
Doctor June immediately frowned, glancing at it. "Ms. Anderson?" She prompted.
"C— Chocolate." I managed.
She observed me for a long moment. "Okay, I'll be back in a few minutes with a nurse. Buzz if you need anything."
Once she left, I turned to my brothers.
"They had to escort mom out, and now both of them are arguing in the car."
I hummed, closing my eyes. "'M going to sleep."
I didn't wait for a reply, drifting out again.
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skin and bonesTeen Fiction
❝hey, what's that?❞ ❝n-nothing.❞ ❝...is that a food diary?❞ ➵ Nevaeh Anderson has been struggling with anorexia since the beginning of the school year. She's seventeen, in 12th grade, and she aims to only eat the least amount of food...