"Hey, what's this?" I glance over at Sasha from my book.
"Oh, that's the envelope you gave me last week, remember?"
"You haven't opened it yet?" I shrug.
"No."
"Well why don't you?" I sigh and close my book.
"Do I have to right this minute?" She hands it to me and I roll my eyes. It's been almost two weeks since Sasha dragged me out to town. I'm proud to say that I've been much better. I slide open the flap and take out the paper stuffed inside it. My first thought upon seeing it is "is this some sick joke?"
"What's wrong?" I glare up at Sasha.
"This is a joke, right? Tell me you didn't actually do this."
"Do what? What are you talking about?" I shove the letter at her and she gasps and looks up at me. You can't fake that, so I decide it wasn't her that did it. I jump up from my bed and stomp around my room.
"Who would be so heartless as to do something like that?! I can't believe it! After everything I've been through, someone decides to pull this?!" Just then my door opens and all three of my family members are standing in my bedroom.
"Why are you shouting, Jillian?" I thrust my thumb at Sasha.
"May as well show them, too. Maybe Greg will know if one of his friends did this." My brother looks at me with confusion.
"Did what?"
"You'll see." Sasha quietly hands them the letter. All of them look up at me. I stomp some more, not because it'll help anything, but because it's making me feel better.
"Oh darling, you don't know who did this?" I shake my head angrily, tears starting to pour over. All of a sudden my anger fades and grief takes its place. I sink down to my knees and shake with sobs. I press my head against my mattress and take parts of the blanket in my fists. I'm beyond rational thought at this point. The last thing I remember before the darkness is calling out Emmett's name.
*
Gregory Marion Sr
"I'm afraid we don't have much else of a choice Mr Marion. She hasn't eaten or drank in several days. She's severely dehydrated. She needs to be hospitalized or she could waste away into nothing. I know this is hard for you, but I think losing your daughter would be harder, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes. Do whatever you can. Just make her healthy again."
"We'll do everything we can for her Mr Marion. Don't worry, she'll be in good hands."
"Tell me more about this Dr Cullen. He's new?"
"Yes, he just transferred this month."
"He looks too young to have such a large degree. Are you sure he's capable?"
"Certainly. He's one of the best doctor's we've ever had. I'm assigning him to your daughter, actually."
"Well I hope you're right about him."
"Not to worry. He's very good at what he does and very passionate. I've never seen someone so driven."
"Yes, well, let's hope he's all you say him to be. Anna and I aren't getting any younger and I want to see my daughter healthy and well before I pass on."
"You've got absolutely nothing to worry about Mr Marion. We'll take good care of her."
*
Carlisle Cullen
"Dr Cullen? Mr Marion is here with his daughter." I flip closed Jillian Marion's chart and follow Lisa to the room Jillian is in. She's laying on a bed with an IV in her arm and a blanket over her. I've seen some bad cases of anorexia, but she's by far the worst. She can't stand without support and weighs only 80 pounds. She should have been brought here a long time ago.
"Mr Marion, a pleasure to see you again." I extend my hand and he shakes it, wincing at the cold of my skin. I turn to Jillian. "Why wasn't she brought here earlier?"
"She wouldn't let me. Every time we tried taking her she'd throw a fit, lock herself in her room, she even ran away one time."
"She finally decided to come?" Gregory Sr shakes his head.
"No. She starting becoming delusional and didn't know where she was or who her family is."
"I see. As I understand why you didn't bring her sooner, I have to say that it wasn't the best choice. It's going to take a lot of work to make her healthy. She's going to be under a lot of stress for a while. And I must stress this to you. If Jillian really wants to recover, she will. If she doesn't, then she won't. It's all about one's will to survive. But we'll do what we can for her for now."
"Thank you, doctor. I'm sure you'll take good care of my girl."
"I'll do what's in my power to help her."
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