Chapter 191 : Incapacitated minor

“I weigh how much!” I yelled springing to a seated position on the bed in seconds pushing past everything that tried to pull my body back down towards the mattress. Lying still was no longer an option, I had to move, run, do squats and press ups until my insides ripped open. I knew they had made me fat, but I was huge, years of work, the pursuit of perfection, down the drain.

 “Told you she would take it well,” Esmee grumbled sarcastically rolling her eyes at the doctor before she stepped forward to my bedside and tried to wrestle me back down towards the bed again which I couldn’t fight even though every part of me tried to go against it.

 I’m over six stone!” I protested angrily to anyone who was close enough to hear me, “Hell I’m even closer to seven stone then I am six!” I shrieked appalled as the numbers stabbed me in the corner of my head. How the hell had they managed to make me 94lb in so little time? it had been no more than three months and they had pilled nearly two stone onto my already grotesque frame. I had tried so hard to get there and they had just thrown it away by the use of gentle words and a tube. I was so stupid.

“Can we have some activated Charcoal as quickly as you can please?” The Doctor barked at one of the nurses that weren’t doing anything and my head for once easily flew away from the idea of my weight, if there was anything in the entire world that deserved more attention than my weight, it was the threat of charcoal.

“Not a hope in hell,” I growled my eyes wide in horror as the nurse entered back into the room shaking a white bottle in her left hand. It all seemed innocent enough. Small and not at all menacing looking compared to some of the other equipment, but I knew what was inside. I knew how it felt, what it was designed to do and I knew the taste, the bitter indescribable inhuman taste.

“I need you to drink that Mia.” The doctor said as a cup was forced into my trembling hands which I immediately rejected trying to try and find somewhere to put the cup down too.

“No, no, no!” I shouted, new tears filling up my eyes, “No, take it away please, please, please.” I shouted my voice reaching a high pitched baby like shriek. They had no idea what they had done, what they were really asking of me. This drink could save my life and I wanted to die and it was awful, a pitch black awfulness that stained and destroyed.

“Ok, Ok, I’ve got it,” Esmee soothed gently, pulling the cup gingerly out of my hands rescuing me. She held it away from her body carefully, not looking in the top like what was inside offended her as well in some way. She took a deep breath, “Ok Mi, I know that this is disgusting but you need to drink it. Take a big breath and down in one. You can do it.”

“No, I won’t, I can refuse it, and so I refuse. I won’t take it I just won’t. I refuse, I can refuse.” I tried to say confidently even though my hands still shook and the tears streamed down over my face uncontrollably. There had to be hope. It was my last card to play. I could not drink the charcoal.

“We are going to have to force her.” Esmee said deflated, turning away from me towards the doctor who was flapping about with a drip somewhere above my head.  

“We aren’t allowed to force her; unless she is considered an incapacitated minor and even then only if one of the nursing team is willing,” The doctor snapped

“She is, and I’m willing,” Esmee crocked.

I swore I could almost hear it as another piece of my heart died.