yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away

Okay. Okay. I’m going to call an ambulance, and then call Mom and tell her to meet as at the hospital. You just need to calm down and focus on trying to breathe, Natty. Okay? Oh my god. Oh god!

.....Please...don't......leave.. 

Natty? Natty! W-what’s going on? NATTY!

Can't....breathe...

If you want to think I’m fine, go ahead. But I don’t want to live in the glass bubble my mother’s made for me anymore. I see the way the doctors look at me. Heck, I couldn’t even manage the stairs to the last group meeting I went to.

The whole elevator thing is stupid anyway. The metaphor is absolutely retarded.

I know what’s coming soon, I’m not an idiot. They’re just giving me a little bit longer, but making each day harder to get through. 

Oh, shut up. You're fine.

That’s good though, No pain no gain, right? You can only get better from here. I…I don’t know. My doctors are putting me on new medication, but they’re making me feel worse. I’m so sick of being this sick, but the only other option is death. Either way, it’s a lose-lose situation.

You're going to have to take the medicine, though. You'll never get better without it.

I doubt that Natty.

Doubting my fear factor now? I think you've gone too far.

How are you anyways? Are you improving?

I'm improving a little bit. But it still hurts. Don't change the subject though, how are you?

Well, whenever I eat I throw up. I do miss not getting sick every time I try to eat, so I think I take back what I said.

That's better.

I’m sorta glad I can’t eat too much in a way. I don’t think I could eat their food all the time.

You never know. One day, you might have to.

And why not?

Because I might be dangerous.

My appreciation of hospital food has not risen, unlike what the nurse said. I mean, I can’t really eat much, but still.

Hospital food is the worst.