Chapter 190 : Putting some weight behind the situation

“This is Mia Dorado age 16 has taken a large overdose of standard Paracetamol and ibuprofen tablets. There are also four large lacerations across her stomach and breasts which are also believed to be self- inflicted.” I heard one of the paramedics announce as my head swam back into the present time. His description seemed so unfair to me, I had taken the tablets but I had not made the cuts, I had took the tablets because of the cuts, because I had been hurt once too often, but still I could not find the voice in me to speak up and tell them what had really happened; he found me again.

"What are her blood pressure and oxygen stats?” A woman asked before she bent over my body and started gently slapping me in the face, “Mia, Mia can you open your eyes for me Mia. You are in the hospital and I’m Doctor Webb “Why did you try and kill yourself Mia?” The doctor yelled persistently until very slowly I half opened my right eye; one solitary tear crashing down over my cheek.

 “Her oxygen is a bit unpredictable,” The same paramedic who had done the rest of the hand over continued, “Mid to high flow oxygen keeps them in the right area though and her blood pressure is low but stable, however Mia is currently an inpatient at the apple gate house children’s unit where she is receiving treatment for Anorexia Nervosa which causes her to suffer with low blood pressure anyway.” 

 “Do we know her current weight and the weight she was at her worse? The doctor asked “and height?”

 I almost laughed at the question, there would have been a time when I could of told her my exact weight at any exact time during the day but after a few weeks at the unit it was decided my daily weight tracker would be done with myself mounting the scales backwards so I couldn’t find out how much fatter they had made me, which still killed me inside.

 “She is five foot six but I would rather tell you her weights in private as she is not meant to know.” Esmee said weakly from somewhere beside the bed they had transferred me to while they were handing over to each other.

 “Well it’s about time she finds out because I don’t have time to be messing about here if you want me to save her life,” The doctor said in an almost growl towards Esmee that made me want to sit up in the bed and slap her around the face. Esmee was so loving there was no way anyone should have been allowed to be rude or unkind to her.

 “She’s 94lb currently however she was admitted at 75lbs.   Esmee whispered defeated by Dr. Webb’s persistence and her want for me to live through the latest attempt on my life however with the numbers revealing something so obscenely huge I had never wanted an overdose to work more than I had then.