chapter thirteen:
❛ worries ❜

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tw: mentions of eating disorder

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Sunny's eyelids fluttered open, her vision blurry and the world around her spinning slightly. The soft beeping of a heart monitor filled the room, and the sterile scent of the hospital stung her nose. Her body felt heavy, her limbs unresponsive as if weighed down by the IV drip pumping fluids into her dehydrated veins. Her mouth was dry, her thoughts sluggish and incoherent as she tried to piece together where she was and how she'd ended up here.

Her ears rang faintly, but through the fog, she could make out a familiar voice. "Sunny! Sunny, wake up!" It was Moon, her cheery twin sister, her voice a mix of relief and anxiety. Sunny's eyes moved slowly, landing on Moon, who was perched at the edge of the bed, wide-eyed with worry.

Moon's usual sunny disposition was clouded with concern, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she leaned forward, staring at Sunny like she might disappear again. Their parents, Elaine and Jameson, were asleep on the small couch in the corner of the room, both of them looking exhausted. In the chair next to Moon, Eli, Sunny's boyfriend, was slouched over, fast asleep as well, his head resting awkwardly on his shoulder.

Everything felt muffled, distant. Sunny's gaze shifted to the IV drip attached to her arm, the slow drip of fluids seeming hypnotic. Her brain struggled to catch up, her body too groggy to move. She could hear Moon calling out louder now. "Mom! Dad! Eli! She's awake!"

The sudden burst of activity jolted Sunny's senses, though her head still spun. Eli stirred in his chair, his eyes snapping open, and his voice, thick with concern, cut through the haze. "Sunny... I knew something was wrong. Why didn't you tell me?"

Sunny's brow furrowed in confusion, her mind not quite catching the words. "What?" she muttered weakly, her voice hoarse. Her throat burned, and she felt utterly drained. Everything felt too loud, too bright.

Elaine and Jameson were by her side in an instant. Elaine stroked Sunny's hair softly, her touch gentle and soothing. "Oh, honey," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "How are you feeling?"

Jameson, his face lined with worry, leaned over the bed, his eyes searching Sunny's for any sign of pain. "How are you, Sunny? Can you talk to us?"

Before she could respond, Moon jumped in, her voice shaky but trying to be upbeat. "Sunny! You frightened me so bad! Why didn't you say anything? You just... you weren't eating, and I didn't know what to do..."

Sunny's heart raced as all the voices, all the faces around her, blurred together in a whirlwind of emotions. She could feel her chest tightening, her breath quickening as the monitor beside her began to beep faster and faster. Overwhelmed, she could barely process their words. Her body trembled, her head pounding from the rush of sensations.

Suddenly, a nurse entered the room, a calm but teasing smile on her face. "Alright, everyone, give the poor girl some space. Let her wake up properly," she said in a lighthearted tone. The nurse moved toward Sunny, her presence somehow grounding. She glanced at the heart monitor and then back at Sunny with a reassuring smile.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" the nurse asked gently, adjusting the IV line.

"Groggy," Sunny managed to mutter, her eyelids heavy as if they might close again at any moment.

The nurse nodded knowingly. "That's expected. You were very dehydrated, and it seems you haven't eaten in a few days. We're getting you back on track, though. Just rest."

Sunny gave a faint nod, her body already pulling her back toward the soft embrace of sleep. She felt her mind drifting away again, the weight of everything too much to stay awake. But just before she surrendered to the darkness, she felt a soft touch on her cheek-a kiss, warm and tender. Eli's voice, barely a whisper, reached her ears, sending a soft flutter through her chest.

"I love you," he whispered.

And with that, Sunny slipped back into sleep, a small, peaceful smile tugging at her lips as she drifted off, Eli's words lingering in her dreams.

Sunny blinked awake, her eyes slowly adjusting to the bright hospital room. Everything felt sharper this time-no more grogginess clouding her thoughts. She could feel the stiffness in her limbs from being bedridden and the IV in her arm delivering much-needed fluids. As she shifted slightly, the beeping of the heart monitor quickened for a moment, catching her attention.

To her left, she saw Martiza standing with her arms crossed, a scowl on her face. But Sunny knew her sister well enough to see the worry underneath. Eli sat next to Martiza, his knee bouncing with nervous energy, fingers drumming lightly against his thigh. Sunny noticed another figure in the corner-Demetri, leaning against the wall, arms folded, a mix of frustration and confusion etched on his face.

As soon as Martiza realized Sunny was fully awake, she moved closer to the bed, her frown deepening. "Why didn't you tell me you were struggling, Sunny?" Martiza asked, her tone sharp but layered with concern. Her eyes searched Sunny's, demanding an answer.

Sunny exhaled slowly, avoiding eye contact as she shifted uncomfortably in the bed. "Martiza... it's nothing," she said, trying to dismiss it, but the words felt hollow even to her. She didn't want to admit how far this had gone.

Martiza wasn't having it. "Nothing!?" she shot back, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. "Sunny, you're in the hospital! You weren't eating, and now you're hooked up to an IV. That's not nothing."

Demetri shifted against the wall, letting out a soft scoff. "She's got a point. You're hooked up like a science experiment. It's... kind of a big deal."

Sunny glanced over at him, his usual sarcastic tone making the situation feel both heavier and somehow lighter at the same time. Demetri wasn't one for soft moments, but he always managed to say the right thing to keep things grounded, even if it came out more blunt than intended.

Eli, however, remained quiet for a beat, his eyes fixed on Sunny, his expression serious. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and filled with concern. "When did you start?" he asked gently, leaning forward in his chair.

Sunny hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the blanket on her lap. She didn't want to say it out loud, but she could feel the weight of their gazes pressing her to answer. "It... it started last summer," she admitted softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Yasmine and Moon-they started binging after... after Yasmine's break-up stuff. Yasmine made this comment about my body, and I don't know... I just got insecure."

Martiza's frown deepened, but the sharpness in her eyes softened as she listened. "Sunny, why didn't you tell me? You didn't have to deal with that on your own."

Sunny shook her head, feeling the tears well up in her eyes. "I didn't want you guys to worry. I didn't want to seem weak."

Demetri rolled his eyes, pushing off the wall and taking a few steps closer. "Because hiding it and ending up in the hospital definitely didn't make us worry." His sarcasm was biting, but his concern was evident beneath it. "Seriously, Sunny, you should've said something before it got this bad."

Sunny's lip trembled as she tried to explain herself, but every excuse felt weak under their concern. "I thought I could handle it. I thought... if I just kept going, it wouldn't be a problem."

Eli let out a soft sigh, his voice gentle but firm. "The first day of school, I noticed you weren't eating, Sunny. I've been watching you for weeks. You always found some excuse, or you'd push food around on your plate and never actually eat. I've been worried about you for a while."

Sunny's heart clenched at Eli's words, the realization that he had noticed her struggles long before she was willing to admit them herself. "I didn't want you to worry," she whispered, her voice breaking as she wiped at her eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling.

"Well, that plan failed," Martiza said bluntly, her arms still crossed. "Because we're all worried, and now we have to make sure this doesn't happen again."

Sunny let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of their concern, but still not entirely ready to accept that she had a problem. "I'm fine, really," she insisted, her voice shaky. "It's just a rough patch."

Martiza groaned, rubbing her forehead in frustration. "Sunny, stop lying to yourself. This isn't just a 'rough patch.' You weren't eating, and now you're here. You've been doing this for months. This is serious."

Demetri, standing a little off to the side, chimed in, though more to Martiza than Sunny. "Yeah, no offense, but maybe tone it down a bit, Mar. She just woke up, and you're giving her the whole 'end of the world' speech."

Martiza shot him a glare. "Not the time, Demetri."

Demetri shrugged, holding his hands up defensively. "Just saying. You're not exactly subtle."

Eli, however, stayed focused on Sunny. "You're not fine," he said gently. "Even now, you're still trying to act like this isn't a big deal. But I've seen it. I never see you eat, and when you do, like Martiza said, you go to the bathroom right after."

Sunny's face crumpled, the tears finally spilling over. Her chest heaved as the sobs came out, her hands shaking as she tried to hold herself together. "I just- I didn't know how to tell you," she stammered, her voice broken. "I didn't want you to think I was weak. I didn't want to be a burden."

Eli reached over, his hand covering hers, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "You could never be a burden, Sunny. You don't have to be perfect all the time. We're here for you."

Martiza, though still gruff, softened as she placed a hand on Sunny's shoulder. "You're not weak for needing help. Everyone goes through stuff, Sunny. You should've told us."

Demetri, standing awkwardly on the edge of the conversation, cleared his throat. "Yeah, we're not exactly the most graceful support team, but you know... we've got your back. Or, at least, Eli and Martiza do. I'm mostly here for commentary."

Sunny let out a small, tearful laugh at Demetri's remark, appreciating the brief levity in the room. She wiped at her eyes again, sniffling as she looked between her friends and her sister. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to worry you all."

Eli shook his head, his voice soft but insistent. "You don't need to apologize, Sunny. We just want you to be okay."

Martiza nodded in agreement, her expression firm but caring. "We'll get through this. You're not alone."

Sunny let out a shaky breath, feeling the overwhelming relief of finally admitting what she had been hiding for so long. She didn't know what the future would hold or how she would get better, but for the first time in a long while, she didn't feel so alone.

Sunny blinked awake, her body still heavy with exhaustion, but her mind a little clearer than before. The steady beeping of the machines was almost comforting, and she could hear soft footsteps approaching. She glanced toward the door and saw Miguel walk in, followed by his mother, Carmen, and his abuela, carrying a small plate in her hands.

Miguel smiled, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. He moved toward her, his voice gentle. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

Before Sunny could answer, his abuela stepped forward, holding out the plate with a small serving of traditional Ecuadorian food-just enough for someone recovering. "Mija," she said softly, her voice rich with warmth and care, "te traje algo de comer. Me alegra que estés bien." ("I brought you something to eat. I'm glad you're okay.")

Sunny blinked, momentarily overwhelmed by the kindness. She took the plate gently, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Grazie," she said with a soft smile, Italian coming naturally to her as she spoke. "Estoy bien, gracias por venir." ("I'm fine, thank you for coming.")

Miguel's abuela's face lit up, clearly delighted by Sunny's ability to speak Spanish. "Ah, hablas muy bien, querida," she said, her grin wide with approval. "¡Qué sorpresa tan linda!" ("You speak so well, dear. What a lovely surprise!")

Carmen chuckled beside her mother, her face showing a mix of amusement and admiration. "We didn't know you spoke Spanish so well. You're full of surprises, Sunny."

Sunny smiled shyly, shrugging a little. "I'm half-Italian, so the languages are pretty similar. I kind of picked it up over time."

Miguel, grinning, pulled up a chair and sat close to her bedside. "Well, I think my yaya approves of you even more now," he teased, casting a playful glance at his grandmother.

His abuela laughed, her eyes twinkling as she gently tapped Miguel's arm. "Siempre la he aprobado," she said fondly, smiling at Sunny. "Es una niña buena." ("I've always approved of her. She's a good girl.")

Carmen sat down as well, ever the attentive nurse, her eyes flicking to Sunny's IV and vitals out of habit. "How are you really feeling, Sunny? You look better, but I know it's been tough."

Sunny sighed, placing the plate on her bedside table for a moment. "I'm... okay. Just tired. It's been a lot," she admitted, running a hand through her hair. "But I'm starting to feel more like myself again. Thank you for checking on me."

Carmen nodded, her gaze soft but serious. "I'm glad you're getting better, but you need to make sure you're taking care of yourself. It's easy to think you can handle everything on your own, but that's how you end up back here."

Miguel leaned forward, his face growing more serious, his usual playful energy dimmed by his concern for her. "Yeah, Sunny, we've all been worried about you. I mean, I could tell something was off, but I didn't know it was this bad. Don't scare us like that again."

Sunny bit her lip, feeling a pang of guilt settle in her chest. She hadn't wanted to worry anyone, especially not Miguel. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice soft. "I didn't mean to worry you guys. I just... thought I could handle it. I didn't want to burden anyone."

Carmen reached over, placing a comforting hand on Sunny's arm, her touch gentle and reassuring. "You don't have to do everything alone, mija. That's what family and friends are for."

Sunny's gaze flicked between them-Carmen's comforting presence, Miguel's earnest concern, and his abuela's gentle warmth. For the first time in a long while, she didn't feel quite so alone. "Thank you," she said softly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "It really means a lot."

Miguel smiled again, his eyes softer now, the warmth returning. "Hey, that's what friends are for, right? And I don't mind being around. Just don't keep me in the dark next time."

His yaya beamed, watching the exchange with a pleased smile on her face. "Tienes a buenos amigos, niña. Eso es lo importante." ("You have good friends, dear. That's what matters.")

Sunny felt a lump in her throat, overwhelmed by how much they cared. She picked up the plate of food again, the small but thoughtful portion Miguel's abuela had prepared. Taking a bite, she let the comforting flavors wash over her, feeling a sense of warmth she hadn't felt in a long time. It wasn't just the food-it was the company, the concern, the love.

Miguel leaned back in his chair, his smile now a little more relaxed. "You should really listen to my yaya, Sunny. She's never wrong."

Sunny chuckled softly, nodding as she took another bite. "I'm starting to see that."

The hospital room was quiet now, just the soft humming of the machines and the gentle rise and fall of Sunny's breathing. Moon sat next to her, anxiously twisting a strand of her hair between her fingers. Elaine and Jameson, their parents, stood at the foot of the bed, exchanging worried glances but trying to stay calm for Sunny's sake.

Sunny lay back against the pillows, feeling the weight of everything. The hospital lights were a bit too bright, her mind still foggy, but she was awake, fully aware of her family's concerned gazes on her. She glanced over at Moon, who gave her a small, encouraging smile. Despite the cheer Moon always radiated, Sunny could tell she was deeply worried.

A knock on the door broke the silence, and the doctor walked in, followed by a middle-aged woman Sunny didn't recognize. The doctor smiled warmly at them all.

"Good afternoon, Sunny," the doctor greeted, his tone soft but professional. "How are you feeling today?"

Sunny hesitated for a moment, her voice raspy. "I'm... okay, I think. Still a little tired."

The doctor nodded sympathetically and glanced at the woman beside him. "This is Dr. Nguyen. She's a psychiatrist who works with us here at the hospital, and we thought it might be helpful for her to talk to you about what's been going on and how we can support you moving forward."

Sunny tensed a little, her hands clutching the blanket. She wasn't sure how she felt about that-talking to a psychiatrist. It made everything seem more real, more serious. But she stayed quiet, giving Dr. Nguyen a tentative nod.

Dr. Nguyen stepped forward, her expression kind and nonjudgmental. "Hi, Sunny. I know this must feel overwhelming right now, but I'm here to help. You've been through a lot, and it's important that we get you feeling better, not just physically but emotionally as well."

Sunny glanced down at her hands, her fingers picking at the edge of the blanket. "I don't know... I didn't think it was that bad."

Moon shot her a quick look, her eyes brimming with worry. "Sunny, it is bad. We're all scared for you."

Elaine took a step closer, her face soft with maternal concern. "Sweetheart, we just want to make sure you're okay. We love you."

Jameson nodded beside her, his voice steady but pained. "We're here to help you, but we need to know how. Let's listen to what they suggest, okay?"

Sunny sighed, feeling the weight of their words pressing on her chest. She knew they were right, but it didn't make this any easier. Dr. Nguyen gave her a moment, then spoke again.

"One of the first things we want to focus on, Sunny, is helping you get back into healthy eating habits, but we're going to take it slowly," Dr. Nguyen explained. "It's important not to overwhelm your body after it's been through so much. We'll start small-little portions, things that you feel comfortable with. As you get used to it, you can gradually increase what you're eating."

Sunny frowned slightly, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. "Small stuff? Like... how small?"

The doctor nodded. "Very small, at first. Maybe just a few bites at a time. The idea is to reintroduce food slowly so your body can adjust without causing any distress. And we'll work closely with you, making sure you're not pushing yourself too hard."

Elaine stepped closer to the bed, gently taking Sunny's hand in hers. "You don't have to do this alone, honey. We'll be with you every step of the way."

Moon, sitting at her bedside, leaned in a little closer. "Yeah, Sunny, we've got your back. And we'll take it one day at a time."

Sunny swallowed, feeling a lump in her throat. The idea of eating again, even in small portions, felt daunting. But she also knew she couldn't keep going the way she had been. She looked up at Dr. Nguyen, her voice quieter now. "And... therapy? You think it'll help?"

Dr. Nguyen smiled gently. "I do. Therapy can help you understand what's been driving these behaviors and give you tools to cope with whatever you're feeling. It's not easy, but it's a safe space for you to talk about everything that's been weighing on you."

Sunny hesitated, glancing at Moon, who was watching her closely. She knew her twin was dying to say something encouraging but was holding back, letting Sunny take the lead.

Finally, Sunny nodded, though the movement was small and hesitant. "Okay. I'll try. I'll try the therapy and... the food. But I don't know how fast I can do it."

"That's perfectly fine," Dr. Nguyen assured her. "There's no rush. We'll go at your pace."

Jameson spoke up, his voice rough but full of affection. "We're so proud of you, Sunny. For being here, for being willing to try."

Sunny glanced at him, her heart aching a little at how much she had worried them all. "Thanks, Dad."

Dr. Nguyen gave the family a reassuring nod. "I'll check in again tomorrow, and we'll start making plans for both therapy and your diet. For now, rest. You've already made the hardest step by agreeing to help yourself."

As the psychiatrist and doctor left the room, the tension in the air eased slightly. Moon reached over and squeezed Sunny's hand, offering her a small but supportive smile. "We'll get through this, okay? Together."

Sunny nodded, feeling the warmth of her family around her. "Yeah... together."

The hospital room felt like a distant memory as Sunny stepped out into the warm sunlight, the fresh air washing over her. She blinked against the brightness, taking a deep breath. Her parents, Elaine and Jameson, stood by her side, each holding one of her arms as Moon bounced with excitement, practically vibrating with energy. After days in the hospital, she was finally going home, and they were celebrating by visiting her favorite restaurant-a cozy little spot that served the best comfort food.

"Just think of all the delicious options!" Moon exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "We'll order everything you love."

Sunny forced a smile, but a wave of panic washed over her at the thought of being surrounded by people again. What if everyone was watching her? What if they could see the fear creeping in every time she thought about eating? She felt her heart begin to race, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

As they entered the restaurant, the familiar scents of fried food and baked goods filled the air. A few patrons glanced in their direction, and Sunny immediately felt her stomach twist into knots. Her mind spiraled, imagining all their eyes on her, judging her for the way she looked or the food she would choose.

"I'm just going to order fries," she said abruptly, her voice shaky. She felt a flush creep up her cheeks as she looked at Moon, who seemed surprised.

"Fries? But Sunny, you could have anything!" Moon protested, her tone a mix of concern and encouragement.

"Yeah, I'm fine with fries," Sunny insisted, her heart racing. "It's safe. Just... fries."

Moon's expression softened, understanding her sister's need for comfort in the moment. "Okay, fries it is. They're really good here. Trust me," she said with a smile, trying to reassure her.

As they were seated, Sunny's parents and Moon chatted animatedly about their plans for the weekend, but Sunny felt detached, her mind racing with anxiety. When the waiter approached their table, Sunny could barely hear him over the pounding of her heart.

"I'll just have fries, please," she said, her voice quiet but firm.

The waiter nodded, and as he walked away, Moon leaned in closer. "You did great! Just take your time, Sunny."

Sunny offered a tight smile but felt the weight of her decision heavy in her stomach. What would it be like to eat in a place full of strangers? What if she didn't like the fries? What if she couldn't eat at all?

Moments later, the waiter returned with a steaming basket of fries, golden and perfectly crispy. Sunny stared at them, her heart racing. The scent wafted up, making her mouth water, but her mind was still clouded with worry. Everyone else was chatting and laughing around her, the noise blending into a distant hum.

"You okay?" Moon asked, sensing Sunny's hesitation.

Sunny nodded but felt a lump forming in her throat. She picked up a single fry, feeling its warmth against her fingertips. The world around her faded as she focused solely on the fry, the moment stretching into what felt like eternity.

Taking a deep breath, she brought it to her lips and took a small bite. The crunch echoed in her ears, and she chewed slowly, forcing herself to be present in the moment. The taste was familiar and comforting, but as she looked around, she felt that familiar panic rising again.

Everyone was watching, weren't they? She could feel the heat of their gazes. But then Moon squeezed her hand under the table, a small gesture that grounded Sunny in reality.

"Just you and the fries, Sunny. You got this," Moon whispered, her voice steady.

Sunny swallowed, her heart still racing but somehow feeling a little lighter. She took another bite, this time allowing herself to enjoy it. The crunch and the salty flavor helped ease her nerves, and as she chewed, she focused on the way the food felt, the familiar taste reminding her of happy moments shared with her family.

"See? I told you they were good," Moon said, grinning at her.

Sunny smiled back, feeling a flicker of warmth. She took another fry, this time savoring the moment, letting herself relax just a bit more. Maybe it would be okay to be here. Maybe it was a step towards feeling more like herself again.

"Thanks, Moon," Sunny said softly, finally feeling a sense of calm wash over her as she continued to eat, the fries feeling like a small victory.

As Sunny stepped onto the familiar path leading to her house, she felt a mix of relief and trepidation. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood. The laughter and chatter of kids playing outside echoed in the distance, but all Sunny could think about was how different everything felt after her time in the hospital.

As she approached the front porch, she spotted Jade sitting there, her expression a blend of worry and relief. The moment Jade caught sight of Sunny, her eyes widened, and she sprang to her feet.

"Oh my god, Sunny!" Jade exclaimed, rushing towards her. Before Sunny could say a word, Jade enveloped her in a tight embrace. "Are you okay? I was so worried about you... When I saw you laying on that dance floor unconscious, I didn't know what to do. Are you okay?"

Sunny felt the warmth of Jade's hug seep into her bones, and for a moment, all her worries faded away. Jade always had that effect on her. "I'm okay... now," Sunny said softly, pulling back slightly to meet Jade's concerned gaze.

"Now? What happened?" Jade asked, her brow furrowing with concern.

Sunny took a deep breath, feeling a rush of emotions. "I just... I haven't been eating right," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I guess it finally caught up to me. I was at the party, and I just... I couldn't take it anymore. I fainted."

Jade's expression shifted from concern to sympathy, and she took a step back, searching Sunny's face for more. "Sunny, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were struggling like that. Why didn't you tell me?"

Sunny shrugged, feeling the weight of her emotions begin to swell again. "I didn't want to worry anyone. I thought I could handle it."

"Sunny, you don't have to do this alone," Jade said firmly, stepping closer again. "You know I'm always here for you. We all are."

Sunny nodded, feeling tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I know, I just... I thought I could fix it myself."

Jade shook her head. "It's not about fixing things alone. You're stronger than you realize, but even the strongest people need support. Just like you supported me when I was going through my own stuff."

Sunny's heart swelled at the reminder of their bond. Jade had always been there for her, even in her own struggles. "Thanks, Jade. It really means a lot to me."

Before Sunny could say more, Jade pulled her in for another hug, this one even tighter than before. "You scared me so much. I thought something really bad had happened. Just promise me you'll talk to me next time, okay?"

"I promise," Sunny replied, feeling grateful to have someone like Jade in her corner. "I'm really trying to get better. I just need time."

Jade pulled back, her eyes bright with determination. "And I'll be here every step of the way. Just remember, you're not alone in this."

Sunny smiled, feeling a sense of hope wash over her. The road to recovery would be long, but with friends like Jade by her side, she felt ready to face it. They stood on the porch for a moment, the sun setting behind them, casting a warm light over their friendship-a beacon of support in a challenging time.

ASH SPEAKS!

my sweet sunny :((
im not really sure what to say here today other than that

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