Alex POV

I sat in my hospital room staring at the pale purple walls. Every half hour some nurse would come in and make sure I wasn't going to kill myself here. Tom dropped off a book, my iPod, and some pajamas and a hoodie so I had that but being left with nothing but your thoughts is weird. I started thinking about jack. I hope he won't know about this. I know I have to face him eventually but I don't know. As I was pumped full of drugs I slowly fell asleep only to be woken by nurses changing the dressing on my arms. If only I could've died then I wouldn't have to sit here for the next three days all alone. They put me in the psych ward along with all the other crazies. Apparently I am also extremely anemic so they have me on all this weird shit to raise my iron levels. I eventually rang the call button and called a nurse in. I expected a sweet lady but I got a tattooed guy with cats on his scrubs.
"I'm mitch you are Alex right" he picked up my chart
"yeah could I talk to you" I asked
"do you need me to get the in house psychologist" he headed to the door
"no, I just need some one to talk to someone as a friend" I stopped him
"okay what do you want to talk about" he stood there by the foot of the bed
"anything. Music preferably" I patted the space beside me
"Okay what music do you like to listen to" he sat down facing me
"bands like blink and green day. You"
"same. You got good taste kid" he smiled
"so what are you doing here. Why choose this job" I asked
"I feel for kids like you" he looked at my arms
"why" I asked
"I'm not so sure I've just always been the one there when it all goes wrong" he shrugged
"ahhh the red Cross after the storm" I scrunched my knees to my chest
"in a way yeah" he chuckled
Mitchs pager went off and he got up and went over to the counter full of medical supplies and retrieved gauze, tape, two new rolls of stretchy wrap and scissors.
"dressing change my friend" he pulled the bed table over and set everything on it
"do what you must" I pulled off my hoodie
"be careful you could pull a stitch" he grabbed my left hand
"I don't care" I shrugged

He got to work on my arms unwrapping the stretchy stuff and the rolled cotton padding. Small flecks of cotton stuck to the knots in the stitches causing pain but it was nothing that I couldn't handle. He eventually got done with my arms and left me to my thoughts again. As the night rolled around I was called for dinner. Earlier in the day I had my food brought to me so I was sort of hesitant going to dinner with all the other crazies. I called mitch and asked him if I had to bring the still connected IV cart. He shook his head and showed me how to unhook myself from it all and he showed me to the common hall where everyone ate. From the sounds I heard I thought there was around 20-25 people here but I was wrong. There were 5 people seated around larger circular table, 3 seated around another smaller circular table, and a frail guy sitting all alone at a small rectangular table. Although the faces looked vaguely familiar I couldn't find where I knew them. The face that looked the most familiar was the guy. I gathered my food and decided to sit by the lone fellow, he poked at the peas and carrots on his plate and didn't look up until I set my plate down across from him.

"Hey, I'm Alex. How are you" I asked
"I'm mike. I've been better" he shook some of his fallen fringe away from his face
"What's your sentence" I referenced how long his stay here is
"2 more weeks. Eating disorder. You"
"72 hour hold. Suicide attempt" I looked at my hands
"Fun" he smiled
"You bet. You look familiar where you go to school"
"Dunley high I'm a junior" he put his fork down
"I'm a senior there. I think I've seen you around" I picked up my spoon
"Probably." He sighed
"What's the matter" I asked
"They expect me to eat this whole plate of food and I can't. I physically can't because my stomach has shrunk" he put his head in his hands
"Hey hey don't stress" I scooted closer "it will get easier I promise" I smiled
"How would you know" he asked
"Been there. Done that. No one ever expected that I starved and restricted because I've always been thin" I smiled
"I wish I was thin" he laughed
"Give me your wrist" he was hesitant
"Don't worry. If you've got scars I won't judge you." I reassured the boy
"Fine" he brought his arm close to me

I wrapped my hand around his wrist and connected my first finger and thumb showing him the large gap between my hand and his wrist. I moved my hand up close to his elbow and still there was a tiny gap. I pulled my hand away and leaned back in my chair and held my wrist up. My finger wrapped around it with a small gap. Maybe because of the gauze from the bandages but who knows. I may have helped him realize how thin he was. I'm positive he didn't fully believe me but it was something. Mike still sort of sat there eying his food and looking at it with a sense of disgust. He seems like a nice kid, I should start hanging out with him. We started asking each other about school and life and our families, then came the topic of our mental statuses. We shared our stories and after half an hour of talking the bell signaled that dinner was over. I looked at my plate and realized I barley touched my food. To be honest I really was not hungry any ways. I strolled back into my room as Mitch approached me.

"You barley ate" he scolded
"I'm not hungry" I replied
"You should've eaten some" he stated boldly
"I'm not going to eat is in not hungry" I smirked
"you gotta eat" mitch sighed
"tomorrow. I'm exhausted right now. I'm going to sleep" i protested

As much left the room I pulled out my book and started to read through the forth chapter for the millionth time. This was my favorite book so you can imagine how many times I have read it. As I drifted to sleep I thought of jack. I wonder what he is doing.

Notes

sorry guys. i know i have neglected putting anything up but i finished three more chapters and i will definitely be posting once a week for the next month or so. please stick with me and the story i have great things coming.