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Henry Bacon

"So, what do you call a piece of bacon that talks? Henry. Eh? EH??"

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a character in “Arden Hill Hospital”, as played by Juilii

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        |Name|
       "The name is... Bacon. Henry Bacon."

        |Nickname|
        "You can call me 'Hen', like the pretty plump poultry creature that is delicious, or 'bacon', pronounced anyway that it isn't normally pronounced. I'll give you a second to make up something." *waits expectantly*

        |Age|
       "I have no idea! Alright, alright, I'm lying, I'm 17."

        |Birth Date|
       "I was born on Sep 18. Sepia. Seppie. It's September. If you didn't figure it out already."

        |Gender|
        "I have been informed I am 'male'."

        |Sexual Orientation|
       "I'm into girls, so I guess I'm straight. Haven't thought about it.
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WHY ARE YOU QUESTIONING IT I CANT QUESTION LIFE I DONT HAVE ENOUGH OF IT TO PONDER THIS."
        
       |Role|
      "I am the very serious guy who muses about life, the universe, and everything, to the point that the answer to all is very clear. It is...42. I think. I haven't seen the movie for a while...I lied. I'm not serious."

        |Relationship|
        "Well,I used to be with my little wallflower, but I put an end to that. Let's move on to another subject."

        |Friendship|
        "I'm friends with everyone I guess. How they see me is a whole 'nother deal."
         


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        |Appearance|
        "Eh, you know, short brown hair, brown eyes, epic eyebrows, tallish, like 5'6", 5'7" maybe. I'm kinda skinning out a bit, didn't have a lot of muscle to start with but I don't do much, so I'm pretty lean and I don't really know how much I weigh. Not a skeleton yet though. Maybe if I live long enough I can work out. It be so sad if my handsome, handsome face went to waste, wouldn't it? Well, anyways, I'm a pretty simple guy. Whenever I'm not wearing a hospital dress, I'm wearing jeans and a t shirt. Maybe shoes. Sometimes I walk in socks. They get mad when they catch me, but eh. Oh hey, I finished how I started. Or I did...oh well."

       
         |Likes|
        "I like potatoes. Potatoes are great, you know? I also like miniaturised things, since it takes a lot of patience to make things inconveniently tiny and it pisses off my mom, for some reason. And the feeling of successfully fixing something, its...so much pride rushes through you, that's all I can say. I also like drawing, even though I suck at it, but my sister likes my doodled memos, so I hope I get real good before I go. And petrichor. And most humor; I do have a line, but its a little hard to see when the humor gets real dark. But if I can make people laugh, its great- well, if it isn't that really awkward laugh. It's kinda hard to crack joke nowadays...But you know what I like most? Cute girls. Cute and nice. They make you wish you could hold them forever, but...you can't..."
       
        |Dislikes|
        "I think being sick is the big one. Dunno why it had to be this, why it couldn't be something like, allergic to spinach. Freaking hate spinach, 'It'll keep you healthy' my ass-and leg. Does I look healthy mother!? Does I!? And yes, I'm aware it's 'do', not 'does'. I know you flipped out a little inside. Keep it in. I was messing with you. Don't like the joke? Bye. Go away. I get it if I said something that crossed the line to non joke territory, I get it, my bad. If my sudden and purposeful lapse of understanding of the English language disturbed you and you wish to inform me that that is not the way one speaks, its this 'other way', I am running to the supermarket, screwed up leg and all, will take the largest papaya I can find, purchase it- because I am not a thief, I am an upstanding citizen- return to your location, and smash the papaya into your face. Because no one likes papaya. You are now one with papaya.

”Oh, right, I was doing a thing. I don't like people who diss others hobbies, as long as the hobby doesn't involve harming living things. I also don't like it when anyone, including me, jumps to conclusions. You will have the same fate as the grammar nazi. In case you forgot: A papaya. To the face."




|Personality|
        "I believe that you can figure out what I'm like. If you can't... Well, I'm obviously awesome. Then again, a matter of perspective. I guess I gotta figure out something less...perspective driven. Even things I dislike I don't take too seriously. I mean, I might not survive to experience a mid life crisis, but that's no reason to mull excessively over the sweet embrace of death. You should embrace every chance of fun you can get. And cute girls. So much fun to embrace. Gets the blood rushing. Wait, kids aren't going to reading this, right? No? Just making sure. I think we gotta give kids a good, clean time, as long as you make sure to tell them that one day, good old Murphy will come around and utterly screw them over. Not scare them, just... Be nice to them. I guess. Or be nice to everyone, it requires less thinking power, which can be then dedicated to cute girls. Of course, if dealing with the common jerk, I'd rather just avoid them, try to talk them out of treating me like crap, bore them, or beat them until they regret not leaving when they could. I'm a minor with cancer, I will play the victim card if I'm sick of your shit."


      |History|
        "Oh, you know, typical family: I'm the oldest, I have three sisters, my mom is crazy and my dad drowns his sorrows in cars, bankruptcy, and fancy liquor... Well, if you think about it, its pretty close to typical. They both worked, pretty much to fund the debt and stuff that grownups go bankrupt on, I took care of my sisters, we were pretty okay. We're all close in a non creepy way.

I kinda got bored with the mandatory 'study hard so you can have a $30 an hour job straight out of highschool' kinda working to get the bare minimum of requirements while having as many fun classes. Like drawing. Mashing clay into vaguely non abstract ceramics is okay, though it's fun when it means 'competing' with Sara. Shes awesome. You should see her crocodile. Rose and Evergreen are more into music. Of course, mom would never let us be, because art wouldn't put food on the table. She kept nagging until a friend of a friend hired me and taught me how to fix electronics. The way I described to my sisters is that I was basically in a closet for 4 hours a day and my boss would tell people the closet was magical and it would fix their broken devices. It's not like that, not exactly, but I'm too young to be a 'legal employee', so I stay in the back. Near the back exit. Just in case. Suddenly I was relegated to being the provider of useless yet wanted stuff for my sister's. And they know my weaknesses well.

But life continued, and there was suddenly calm. The calm before the storm. It lasted about three months, that calm. It was eerie, not having my parents flip out, breeze through school, having a paycheck.

I'm not much of a sports person, that was only something I'd do for PE.what does that have to do with anything? Well, we started a new unit. I was there lagging about, complaining about how I hated soccer above all else, how my legs were still sore after running like a loon on fire for flag football, especially my left leg, and its the opposite of dodgeball, so much nagging. We played for some time, got halfway through the unit, I was lucky most of the guys liked soccer, so we were one of the teams aiming for the quarter mile prize, and running seemed to suck more and more, so that was a relief for me. Then they passed me the ball. And the calm was shattered.

As was my leg.

I got carried away on a stretcher. That was fun. By the time my family came around, only my sisters were crying. I managed to suck it up and seem like the brave big bro for them, thankful they didn't come sooner. I spent some time in the hospital, returned home with my leg in a cast, bought my sisters sharpies so they could draw on the cast. Well, mostly Sara and Evie. Rose was lame and didn't draw anything. Then they called my parents, talking about how the x rays were 'strange.'

So I had to wait, like three months for them to open up my leg again for them to biopsy it. And they wanted me to stay the whole time juust to keep an eye on me And then, cancer. I don't know what's worse- the cancer or all the meds. They make me so sick, my parents left me at the hospital so they wouldn't have to deal with all the vomit and IV and hospice and Evie in a state of permanent tears because Sara told her what hospice meant and thought my mom was serious about that. So they only come when I'm looking fine. Which is verified via Skype. Sort of, my mom would rather I didn't call them everyday, so I have to wait for them to call first so they don't get yelled at. Sometimes we talk at night, only long enough to say goodnight, but that's my fault, because of the whole meds thing.

I guess if it weren't for the fact pretty and nice girls get sick too I'd probably be all angsty about it. But when you get death scares (I blame the meds, the doctor said the condition hadn't worsened, not exactly) it makes you feel like you shouldn't get involved because, well, me. I'm gonna outlive her. It won't hurt her much if we're not so close, right?"
       

       
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So begins...

Henry Bacon's Story

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The time was 10:00 am. Isabella had just gotten out of the shower, as she had been working out since 8 am. She always made sure to get up and do her exercise routine before nurse taylor would come to check on her, as she had begun to memorize her schedule she was working on cheating her out.

She exited the little bathroom she had in her room, thank god she had a single, even if it was because she was deemed unstable, she'd take what she could get.

Her room was pretty nice, as nice as it can get in a hospital, i guess. She had a full length mirror in the top left corner of my room, with a vanity right next to it for her to do her makeup. To the right she had small dresser with a vase of roses sitting on it, and on either side of the dresser was a baby pink beanbag and the other was a lavender color. She had a nightstand beside her bed that was stacked with magazines, books, and cd's. on her walls she had quotes, photos, and lights strung up. She did a well done job.

however she now had to focus on getting out of her room before nurse taylor came. She loved nurse taylor, she just didn't love the idea of being given a feeding tube because she was refusing to eat. you see, it seems so easy to just put the food in your mouth until you actually have to do it. it should be the easiest goddamned thing in the world, but it's not.

She could try blaming this on her dad visiting her last week, which resulted in her having a panic attack, which then resulted in her spending a week in the psych ward, which resulted in being tubed because she couldn't bring herself to eat, but even if her dad didn't show up, would things truly be different? well, she'd still be anorexic and she'd still be a mess, so i guess not.

once she had my outfit picked out, which consisted of black leggings and a white v-neck sweater paired with white heels. She put on the necklace Adam gave her a while ago, it had a little heart charm on it and was very pretty. Isabella smiled softly before sitting down at her vanity, brushing out her hair that fell in loose curls down my back. She proceeded to do her makeup, nothing too crazy, but nothing super minimal either. she was just trying to focus at not looking at her body when she stood up, but it got her everytime. at this point she's not even sure if she knew what she truly looked like, her self image was just so skewed.

once Isabella cleaned everything up, she opened the drawer in her nightstand and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, going ahead and lighting one and stopping for her five minute cigarette break. she went ahead and disposed of the evidence, now deciding she should hurry up and make her escape, grabbing her phone and food journal as she headed out.

She made her way to the cafeteria, passing by Elyse's room to see that there was now an extra bed in there. so, she was getting a roommate(Janelle)? interesting, She'll be anticipating to see how this plays out. but she will be making sure to give the new girl a spectacular welcome, of course.

when she reached the cafeteria she knew she had to get something so that hopefully when nurse taylor found her she would let her off the hook for at least "trying." Isabella got in line and the special for breakfast today was chocolate chip pancakes with a banana and a muffin as sides, as well as a glass of orange juice. She took my tray, said thank you, and then took a seat at our group's usual table, finding herself to be the first one there.

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Jake Bellerose sat alone. In the corner, as he had most days since he was checked into the hospital. With him sat his plate, on which sat three bananas and a muffin, his journal, and a glass of milk. There he had sat, and there he had silently watched the other patients go about their breakfasts, talk with their friends, and generally find happiness despite the less then fortunate events that had landed them in this miserable place. Jake was far from happy. He was, in his opinion, out of shape. Granted, this thought was largely untrue. Jake was still significantly more in shape then the majority of boys his age. But the doctors had advised that he ceased his normal workout routine until after his body had adjusted to the his new medications.

However, Jake was not only unhappy. Jake was also lonely. He had barely talked to any of the other young patients in this hospital. He had a room to himself, which would likely be considered a blessing by many, but this, coupled with his newly hurt self esteem, had caused him to avoid contact with his fellow patients. He had no one to, for lack of a better word, commiserate with. And had, over the past month slowly and methodically bottled away all of his feelings of self-loathing and inadequacy that had came with his diagnoses.

And so Jake sat. Alone. At a corner table. In the cafeteria in the pediatric ward of the Arden Hill Hospital in Los Angeles. Feeling small and helpless and alone. And he watched as a very attractive girl from his ward, whos name he had not yet learned walked into the cafeteria and got her tray. He watched as she sat at the table, that the other teenagers always sat at. The possibility of getting up and sitting with them had occurred to him a great many times over the past month, but he had always decided against it. They all already seemed like such good friends. And he likely wouldn't fit in. But then he would mentally attack himself for deciding against it.

He was Jake Bellerose. He was the high school football captain. He was confident. He was charming. He was perfect. Well. He WAS Jake Bellerose, football captain, most popular guy in school, confident, charming, and perfect. Now he was Jake Bellerose, a mentally shattered hospital patient. His self esteem was as broken as his liver. He was, in many ways, a hollow shell of his former self.

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There was absolute silence in the room. It was dark, curtains were drawn, and if it weren't so clean, you would think it were a set meant for horror films.

That, or you would realize it was around 6:30. In the morning. However, this didn't mean the room was empty. It currently had a single occupant, who was gripping his smartphone, wide awake. Or at least as awake and alert as one who was dealing with cancer medicine hangover could.

He was waiting on a call. From his youngest sister. He would wait for up to two hours, to make sure he didn't miss it. It wasn't like she missed him so much she had to call him at that hour. It was more that she needed help with her homework and Rose was completely useless. She wasn't stupid or anything, it was just that homework was her kryptonite. She could barely do her own, much less Evie's. And Sara was never considered for homework help, for some reason.

The phone screen lit up, as the call came in. It didn't even get a chance to buzz, Henry had already taken the call. "Gooooood mooooorniiiiing~" he slurred. Well. His mouth seemed to want 5 more minutes to sleep, but that wasn't stopping him from forcing a smile for his little sister, who was way more awake and had already dressed for school.

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He decided against snoozing a bit after the call ended, two hours later. She hadn't needed so much help, it was just a study guide for a test that she needed to fill in and memorize. Teachers seemed to get more and more brutal. She was ten. And she already needed study guides. But she spent a good bulk of the time telling him that her report card came in, and that her mom would start letting her drop by again.

Rose and Sara had a bit more freedom to drop by, the high school wasn't that great a detour on the way home and vice versa, but the elementary school was farther. So Evie needed a ride. And the price for the ride was good grades, which had dropped significantly after the hospice incident, but many early mornings( ,bedtime stories, and good nights) later her grades improved. That put Henry in a good mood too, even after the slow first hour of adjusting to the fresh batch of IV medication, before they let him shower-without the IV- and going to the cafeteria with the rest of the meds in one hand, in a little condiment dish, as he called it. The other held the cane. Without it, walking was considerably more painful, but he couldn't take any more meds for pain and he didn't want a wheelchair.

"Oh hell yes," he cheered to himself as he saw the breakfast spread. He put 4 pancakes, a banana, and a glass of orange juice on his tray, setting his little condiment dish between the banana and pancakes, and proceeded to walk towards the usual table, before stopping suddenly.

Despite the fact that everyone in the cafeteria was sick and probably almost on their way out- either because they got better, as not everyone was terminal, or because they suddenly took the fast track to heaven, like his old roommate, who had gone into ICU late one night and never came back- almost no one sat alone. Except for that one guy. He was newish, but he hadn't tried going up to anyone, and no one had gone up to him, apparently.

He decided the guy was probably a bit introverted and had a hard time branching out, so he decided to pull him into the circle so he wouldn't be alone. As he approached and sat down across from him, he noticed that the guy was pretty well built, despite having been here for a while. Henry didn't look like a pipecleaner yet, but he had leaned out, and the meds made him too sick to try anything to change his body type. "Food's great here, right?" He asked, before moving the condiment dish to the side so it wouldnt be in the way as he began sawing away at the pancakes. He decided just being as casual as possible wouldn't startle him to silence, but catch him off guard enough to get the conversation going.

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It was painful to wake up. Adam tried not to wince as he felt some stomach pains as his body shifted to a sitting, and then to his normal standing position. He arched his back, placing his one hand in the center and feeling, and hearing it crack. He took a deep breath in, and then exhaled. This was his normal routine, day in and day out. His eyes wandered around his blank room. There wasn't much around. White walls, tile floor, one window, and a bed. Across from his bed was a dresser full of clothes. There was also a night stand next to his bed. All that was on it was a copy of One flew over the cuckoo's nest, a polaroid photo of his mom when she was a kid, and a pack of cigarettes. He has read that book at least six times before he got bored with it. It sort of made him feel at home in the hospital, since it was about the same type of subject.

There wasn't much to do in his room. Adam just let it be like that. Before he went to take a shower, he grabbed his cigarettes and went to an open window. He slid one out, lit it and smoked for a few minutes. After he let it drop and stomped it out, Adam went to the bathroom with a towel. He dropped his sweatpants and boxers, and took off his shirt before stepping in the shower. It was a short shower, but it felt good as the warm water soothed his skin. Adam finished washing himself and stepped out, drying off with the towel and going back to his room. He dropped the towel and went to his dresser, putting on boxers, jeans, and a white v-neck.

Adam slowly made his way out of his room and into the hallway where his day really began. Nothing ever really happened, and every day seemed to drag on, but he just went with it. One of the few pick-ups that he had was seeing and hanging out with Isabella. He's been with her for a while, and every time he is with her, there are always joyous thoughts going on inside of his head. It was one of the few times when he actually doesn't feel depressed. Adam's walking led him right to the cafeteria. There he could smell the fresh pancakes. It made him hungry. He went right up and got himself a plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice. He looked around to see who was sitting where. He saw Henry sitting and trying to cheer up that new kid. Adam thought about going over, but then saw Isabella sitting at the usual table. Adam walked over, taking a seat next to her. He didn't look at her once he sat down, but just said a simple ""Hey," and took a swig of his orange juice.

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Elyse had been told for awhile that she'd be getting a roommate. It didn't really bother Elyse much, it would give her someone new to talk, and a fresh breath of air. She didn't have any particular problems with people and what she had wasn't contagious, just genetic. It made plenty of sense to give her a roommate rather than other people who were very picky about sharing a room. Elyse could probably judge that Isabelle wouldn't like someone in her room, it'd be someone to take up all the space, and tell on nurse Taylor for her.

It hadn't been a long time Elyse had made friends. She had been here for a long time more than seven years, more than half her life. No one else had really even been here a year. In the grand scheme of things, most of her days she had been lonely, but treatment for her wasn't easy. It is generally painful. In general most days Elyse can't even get out of bed let alone her room, because she's too sick.

Luckily today wasn't one of those days. Today was the first day in about three that she had been feeling a bit better to go out and interact. Elyse hadn't bothered to change out of her cozy pajamas, she was certain that she would be coming back to nap after she ate something small. It was unfortunate, but she had to carry around her pole that had her baggy of fluids to help minimize the mucus. It really wasn't easy for her to feel normal most days, but this was the closest she could get. Walking in she went over and just grabbed an apple and started heading towards the table she normally sat at with her friends. She did however noticed that Henry was talking to the one boy in the back corner. Elyse also saw Adam and Isabella at their usual table. Elyse decided to walk over to where Henry and the newer guy was. She stood there holding her apple and her pole and she cleared her throat a little and she softly spoke, "Good morning, I uh wanted to see if you guys wanted to come sit over with Adam and Isabella with me." She said nodding her head over towards the table with a small smile on her face.

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On the car ride there she was quiet, despite everyone's attempt to make conversation or to make this sound like it wasn't as bad as it seemed. Jan begged her parents not to make her go to the hospital, she spent days trying to convince them that she was healthy enough to stay home but nothing worked. Of course her condition was getting worse, according to the doctors, but she didn't want to live away from her family. Now they were on their way to the hospital, on her way to her new life that she didn't even want.

When they arrived her dad parked and helped her with her bags, and when I say helped I mean carried about 90% of them. they went inside, with Janelle following quietly and as far behind as possible but close enough so she wouldn't get lost. At the front desk the woman smiled and dealt with her parents while she just scanned the area. It seemed nice, as nice as a hospital could be. There were a lot of teens here, people her age which meant her parents would expect her to make friends. Making friends wasn't something She was good at, not because she was a bad person and no one liked her she was just quiet and wasn't the type to make friends herself. Pretty soon a woman, probably a nurse, walked up to them and lead them to Janelle's new room. The nurse talked about the hospital with her parents, and mentioned things to Jan that she thought would help her be more comfortable.

Her room, which she would be sharing, wasn't too bad. Two beds, on opposite walls and half the room was furnished and decorated while the other side was bare. Her father put her bags at the foot of her bed and she took a seat on it. "Please don't make me stay here. I feel fine." She said giving her parents the look she'd been giving them for the past few weeks, that look that is supposed to make them feel guilty but it never seemed to work. "Jan, we aren't doing this to hurt you. It's just better for you to be here than at home. This way you can get help whenever you need it. We won't have to worry about not making it to the hospital if you're already in one." Her mother said sitting next to her on the bed and wrapped her arms around her.

So for the next five minutes there were tears and a million goodbye's and promises of frequent visits before she watched her parents drive off from the room window. She sat looking out the window even after she could no longer see the car. The nurse who had shown her to her room came in "There is breakfast in the cafeteria. I could take you there if you're hungry." The woman's voice was slightly sympathetic, which Jan hated. "Already ate." She said looking at the woman's reflection through the window. She nodded and left the girl alone once again.

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Isabella watched as others gathered into the cafeteria. She saw her friend Henry and have him a questioning look as she walked past her table. She saw him talking to Jake. Since he was knew Isabella hadn't had a chance to get to know him. She looked up at Adam and gave him a small smile back as he sat down. Her smile soon faded as he had not looked at her. It was because she had food in front of her isn't it. Well thats what she thought. The idea of the food made her nauseous. She noticed Elyse walk into the cafeteria, she walked right past their normal table and to Jake and Henry's table. She sucked in a deep breath and held it inside.

Isabella stared down at her food again as her stomach growled in hunger. She put her left arm against her stomach trying to hide the loud noise.She looked down at her tray and sighed. She took a hesitant bite of my muffin. nope, no, stop, stop, what the hell are you doing, spit it out, no, stop it, stop, oh my god, you piece of sh.t, don't ruin everything, stop. i can't swallow, i can't. She grab my napkin, spitting it back out and threw it in the trash. She slammed her head down onto the table in frustration. She couldn't be tubed.

Here everyone was afflicted with things they can't control and i can't even eat a muffin. wow, i'm pathetic.

Nurse Taylor walked into the almost full cafeteria and her gaze landed on Isabella. She knew exactly why she was here. but why so early?! now she can't cheat on her weigh in. She grabbed her orange juice so fast she almost spilled it as she closed her eyes. She drank it all in a just about terrifying attempt to waterload.

"Isabella."she looked at the young brunette with pitiful eyes."It's weigh in time." She looks at Isabellas tray and sighs rather loudly. "And come on, you barley even touched your food, you know what that means."she said walking closer to the table.Isabella was internally panicking. "No, No, No, please...Nurse Taylor, can I at least of back to my room for five minutes? please dont tube me. Please I'll eat I will I promise." Isabella pleaded as she talked fast with watery eyes."I'm sorry Isabella but we both know that is a lie." She said gently as she grabbed her arm to get her to stand up.

This can't be happening

Nurse Taylor brought her tot he weigh in room and made her take off her shoes. Isabella nervously stepped on the scale. Nurse taylor weighed her and she wasn't supposed to tell her the weight but she always did. Isabella stepped off the scale and put her shoes back on slowly.

"85 pounds! Great job isabella you have gained three pounds! Oh..er...I mean!" She said, but the damage was already done. Isabella stumbled back slightly tears streamed down her face and she felt like she couldn't breath."Oh my god, no,no,no..." she whispered as she fell to the ground. "Isabella please, calm down" She said as she was now getting a hold of a doctor to escort her back to her room.

The doctor came into the room and grabbed her by the arm leading her down the white hall. Isabella couldn't stop crying, he started to lead her through the cafeteria which caused her to lose it. "Stop it! get your hand off of me now! please! stop! do't f.cking touch me! you're hurting me!" She screamed she hated unauthorized people, especially guys toughing her. The doctor knew how badly it set her off.

By now everyone in the cafeteria was staring at her which was very embarrassing. Once they exited back into the hall, she got out of his grip and collapsed to the ground. She was sobbing. The doctor tried to pick her up which caused her to freak out and push herself back against the wall."Get the hell away from me!". Now other patients were looking to see the freakshow happening.

She stood up way too fast which caused her to almost fall over. She ran to her room and slammed the door, only to find a dox of cupcakes waiting for her on a tray from one of the nurses as a 'gift' for gaining weight. At this point she was a wreck, her strings were coming lose. She grabbed a cupcake and threw it against the fattest wall. The icing slide down the wall, she threw another, and another before she pushed the remaining cupcakes off the tray onto the floor. Maybe I am broken, maybe i want to die, maybe i just ruined everything. She felt so ashamed and for once she felt pretty damn helpless.

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Henry held up his hand, as he had decided to shove nearly a whole pancake into his mouth. Well. He shoved the whole pancake and chewed for nearly 5 minutes before finally managing to swallow. "We'll catch up in a bit. But... maybe we won't be able to eat together after all, Elyse," he said, as his free hand pointed to Nurse Taylor, " "You know what happens when they encounter each other the cafeteria, especially with her food in mint condition." He proceeded to drink his juice.

He wished he could go and stand up for her, for at least a chance to get her to eat at least half of what was on her plate so they could fake the rest for her. But they were too far, and his ill and nearly pipecleaner body was no match against a healthy nurse. Maybe he had timed his attempt to lend a branch poorly. Very poorly.

Less than a minute passed, before Isabella's screams could be heard throughout the cafeteria. The hospital wasn't that small, why did they have to make her go through the place with most people at the moment?

Eventually, her screams subsided, and everyone slowly began to go back to eating, but the subject the little groups had held shifted to the sudden freakout. At least, those in earshot. He began to pick at his last pancake, before peeling the banana, placing the peel to the side, cutting away small pieces and eating them.

Some friend he was. Definitely a great way to bring more people to the group. Just sit and eat the banana while your friend breaks down for some reason because you can do anything at all, he thought to himself. "Makes you question why the hell our families dumped us here, of all places, since the staff doesn't seem to know how to handle us," he sighed.

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Adam didn't look up from his food. When nurse Taylor came over, he knew this wasn't going to end well. He decided not to get involved as the nurse dragged Isabella away. He didn't want to get in the middle of that confrontation. It made him probably seem like a huge asshole, but there was no way that he wanted to be put away in the psych ward for being mentally unstable for trying to just sort out the issue with the nurse. He was threatened once before by nurse Taylor because he was too lazy to move, she thought that he was depressed.

Adam silently finished up his pancakes and juice. He got some weird stares, but just ignored them us much as he could. When finished, Adam got up and took his tray, and Isabella's almost full tray, and put them in the collection spot. He thought about going over to see Henry, but decided that checking on his girlfriend was more important. He walked out of the cafeteria and down the hall to the rooms. He could see people sort of looking at Isabella's room. He could hear the screams from earlier and understood why people were trying to look. He just kept on going and walked right into her room. "I'm sorry for letting nurse Taylor do that to you. I should've said something. Sorry."

His eyes wandered around the room, looking at the mess she made of what seemed to be cupcakes. He walked over to the wall, sticking his finger in the icing that stuck, and popping that finger in his mouth. He grinned at the sweet flavor of the icing. He wiped his saliva covered fingered off on his jeans. "Do you wanna talk about anything?" Adam posed the question, but didn't want to sound so intruding as to what he wanted to converse about even though he wanted to know why she freaked out so much.

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Jake watched as one of the other teenagers walked up to his table and just sat down in front of him. He had silently watched the others from his table for the past month. And yet he struggled to remember this one's name. Harry? Hugo? Hunter? He was almost completely sure that it started with an H. But here he was, sitting at his table. And, despite his best attempts to put on a confident face, he was apprehensive.

For the past month Jake had talked almost exclusively with his mother. Well. His mother and the nurses. But somehow conversations with the nurses never felt like real conversations. It was superficial "hello"s and "How are you"s and then the daily reminder to rest and take his medicine. His father hadn't visited since he was diagnosed. His mom said he was probably still grieving from the death of Ryan. But then again, so was everyone else in his family. To Jake, that didn't feel like a fair excuse to completely ignore your sick son.

Jake put on a smile, attempting to regain his once abundant confidence. "Honestly, it's definitely better then I expected." He extended his hand across the table.

"Hey. I'm Jake. Jake Bellerose"

However, Jake was quickly distracted by another, semi-familiar voice. Feminine and soft. He turned and saw a girl, blond and small. Still dressed in her pajamas. Holding an apple. She was attractive. Not supermodel hot or anything. But a sort of understated cute that normally would have interested Jake, had his mind not been busy attempting to keep him from making a fool of himself in front of two new people. She invited them to sit with their group, but as suddenly as that happened their was some commotion between a nurse and the skinny girl who normally sat with the other teenagers. Followed shortly by her leaving and some fairly audible screaming. Jake had not yet become used to all of the commotion of the hospital so this caused him to jump a little.


"There isn't a quiet moment here, is there?"

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"There are, depending on where you are at the moment. If you're doped out in your room, then its pretty peaceful," he said, picking up the condiment dish and tilting the pills around. He turned his attention to Elyse. "Sit down, Elyse, so you don't sit alone at the usual table," he said, patting an empty chair next to him.

He turned his attention back to Jake."By the way, I'm Henry. Henry Bacon. Also knows as 'Hen', 'Bacon', anyway you feel like pronouncing that last one. But not hot sizzling delight. That one's wierd."

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Elyse was standing there and she was going to say something when apparently it was that time of month again, where Isabella would have a huge freak out about what the nurses were doing. It was something that Elyse had grown very used to, and it was almost tiring at this point. What ticked her off a bit, was more so what Henry said about their parents leaving them there. So many emotions surfaced about it, and she wanted to tell Henry to shut up, but she was too nice, she couldn't do it.

Taking a sad sigh she sat down with the apple between her hands and she just studied it. "You're wrong you know." She said softly as she took a bite of her apple. She didn't want to start something, but she was still going to make sure that he knew that he was wrong. The thing was, they were all here to get better, these nurses were trained to help you do that, and that's how the nurses work, it's not based on morality, handling and what have you, this was how they were trained and if they give you any lax your life could be at risk.

It made Elyse even more mad, because for a lot of the kids in the hospital they were there for other reasons, and in some way they had a choice. Elyse had no choice what so ever. She was born this way, and she'll likely be the first to die of them all. Even if she got the lung transplant, after a couple years her body would possibly reject them anyways. It could be worth the risk, but her situation is very gloom. Elyse showed nothing on her face about her thoughts. She would never burden anyone with them, as they must not carry that burden on their own shoulders.

"I'm Elyse Newton, been here for years so if you need any help I could help you out. Also, it depends where you are, there are quite a few quiet spots, just have to look for them." She said with a small smile on her face. Often times she herself had loved to go somewhere quiet to write, draw or read, and just be away from the others. She had spots they didn't know about because if she wanted to be found she'd make herself able to be found. Perks of being here for so long.

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...Damn it, shes mad, Henry thought to himself. A sudden, curt answer. He had sisters. He understood the levels of passive aggressiveness very, very well. "Then again, that's also a generalization. I suppose some people don't really have a choice that to be here with regular monitoring,"He said, watching the pills clumsily roll around in the paper container,, "while others are here because their families don't want to be burdened with someone who keeps causing death scares and grief."

He looked up, from Jake, to Elyse, to Jake again, and grinned. "But there's no point in complaining, at least for us, I mean, if complaining made us better, that would be the only thing you'd hear around here. Peeps here have hobbies. I like to doodle, for instance. Do you have a hobby?" He pointed to the journal. "Do you like writing stories, music, scribbling...doodles? Or having a nigh endless supply of paper you can crumple into a ball to chuck at nurses or other patients?"

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Adam watched as Isabelle left the room. He knew she was upset at him. He knew that, but he didn't let it phase him. To be completely honest, Adam was confused at why she left. He knew it must have been his insensitive action of licking the icing when he knew she had an eating disorder. Or maybe it had to do with something else. It was tough being in a relationship in this sort of environment. It really has to do with everyone having their own issues, and not everyone can be so social or interactive with others the way that they should. Adam was depressed, mainly because he knew he had kidney problems and might get cancer or something, but it was just the fear of becoming very ill. Most of the teens at the hospital were ill in their own ways, but Adam was scared of death. He didn't want it to fall upon him when he was sleeping. He wouldn't get to say goodbye to those he loved. He didn't get to say goodbye to his mother when she passed, and he didn't want that to be the case when it could be his turn.

A tear fell from Adam's eye. He let it slide down his cheek, dripping onto the ground. He turned to the wall with the cupcake icing smeared on it. Without hesitation, he punched the wall several times, each time harder than the last. When he looked at his fist he could see the blood on his knuckles. The icing on the wall was smashed up and all bloody. He turned and walked out of Isabelle's room. His first instinct was to go to the cafeteria where everyone would be. Adam walked into the cafeteria and found the usual crowd now all sitting and eating. Even Isabelle rejoined them. Adam went up and found a seat at that table. He looked over at Isabelle "I'm sorry for being an ass. I don't know what came over me, but I didn't like acting distant and uncaring towards you. Sorry."

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Henry nodded quietly, motioning Isabel to sit- it seemed almost anytime someone talked to him he had food in his mouth.

Then his stomach muscles tightened. He hoped she didnt get triggered by him still having a pancake on his plate.

Then Adam came along. He made a resolve and stayed very, very quiet. He didn't want to be a moment killer. Peaceful moments were pretty rare, but happy moments even rarer, so if he ruined this one, he was breaking his leg again. He could really use a happy moment to break the tension. Everyone could, really.

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After some time of eating in relatively awkward silence and broken bits of conversation, Henry decided it would be good to go and lie down a bit, as the medication started kicking in. He merely mumbled a half-hearted 'see you next meal', before limping off towards his room. He then noticed a new face.

It was noticible because he had been here for some time and it wasn't like people came and went on the daily basis. No, you were only here if you were gonna be in for a while. "You lost?" He asked her.

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She'd found her way back to the cafeteria but even then there were three other ways she could go. She should have written it down, she normally writes this stuff down. Should she ask a nurse, but they seem pretty busy and she hated asking for help even if she needed it. It wasn't like this was the end of the world, she would eventually find her room again."You lost?" She looked up and saw a guy standing there. She didn't want to embarrass herself more by telling him that she'd forgotten her room number but at the same time it would take her forever to find her room again.

"I can't remember my room number. I didn't want to ask a nurse in fear of looking stupid so I figured wandering around I'd eventually find it. She rambled saying more than she needed to. He was handsome, not particularly her type but looks were never that important to her anyway. Then again it was her first day, she didn't expect to make friends on the first day.

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She hadn't even noticed that he had a cane until he shifted which made her conscious to try and not stare or bring it up. "I can probably figure out which room is yours through deduction. Given the fact you're going around freely, you must have a room with a roommate, else there'd be personell breathing over your shoulder in a slightly disturbing manner and we would be having a very different conversation. Also, your hospital wristband would be a different color," she glanced down at her wristband, she hadn't even noticed it was put on her. She couldn't remember when it was put on, possibly when she'd got there in the first place.
"And you've ignored it, I guess since it's you're first day and all...it must be so hurt, that wristband." She chuckled "I'm sure it understands, She said smiling down at it, "I do have a roommate though, Um, her name was Elsy or something like that. I don't remember, I wasn't paying much attention when the nurse mentioned her.

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