(A/N happy Thanksgiving! Hope y'all are having a good day and thanks for reading!)

Ray POV
I send my last text and put my phone on the small nightstand next to the bed. The nurse walks back in with an older doctor.
"Hello, Ralynn. I'm Charlie. How are you feeling right now?" he asks as he sits in a chair beside my bed.
"I'm tired. Sore. Kind of hurting everywhere." I give a little shrug.
"We can get you on some medication for the pain, how about that?" Charlie gives me another smile. He looks nice, but being in a hospital makes me a little weary of everyone.
"Maybe. I don't know."
"Okay. Well, we can see about that later. Now, let's go over your condition." He takes a clipboard from the nurse, who smile and leaves, then starts to flip between a few papers. "Okay. You broke three of your left ribs and two of your right ones. You received twelve stitches on your neck from a self-inflicted cut. Besides that, just bruises and a few minor cuts from where your ribs poked through your skin." He looks up at me from his clipboard. "It sounds worse than it actually is, I assure you."
"Very reassuring," I mumble, rubbing my eyes. I notice the IV and a blood tube in my arm. I must make a strange expression, because Charlie laughs.
"You lost a good amount of blood, but once this bag is done, we should be good. The IV was for dehydration."
"Okay." I look around the bleak hospital room. "When can I leave?"
Charlie laughs again. "Always one of the first questions people ask. It should be about a week before you're patched up and ready to go."
"Okay. That's alright." I look over at him. "Has anyone came for me yet?"
His smile drops. "I'm sorry. I'm afraid not. Our records show you live with your father here in Brunswick. After numerous attempts to call him, we have received no response, unfortunately."
   "Okay. Am I allowed to have visitors soon?"
   "Sure. Yeah." He nods his head. "Do you have family members to contact?"
   "No. It's just my dad, but I got these friends that are coming." I smile at the thought of them coming. "They should be here in a few hours."
   "Alright. We will keep trying to contact your father so he knows what happened," he says with an eager smile. I shake my head. "No?"
   "No. He probably won't be coming. Best not to bother him." I give a little smile for Charlie and look back out the window.
   "Have you contacted him already?"
   "No."
   "Oh, okay." He sounds tense and awkward. "So, just friends coming?"
   "Yeah. They should all get here at the same time. Coming together, probably." I smile again. "They are really cool."
   "That's great. Does one of them live in St.Marys?"
"Yeah. I guess. I was with his mom." I nod, thinking is Payton still my friend, though?
"Okay. Well, I'll let you rest, but another doctor will be coming in soon to discuss...things." He folds the papers back over his clipboard.
"What kind of things?"
Charlie sighs. "Your reasons for trying to commit suicide. We also found self-inflicted cuts and burns on your arms, and we think you might have an eating disorder. We'd like to get you on a few medications to help with things like this. How does that sound?"
"You're the doctor. I guess if you think I should be on medication, I will be." I give a little shrug, and he nods. "Thanks. I might get some sleep before whoever it is comes in."
"That sounds like a good idea. I'll close the door behind me, and Lilliana can knock when she gets here. Sleep well." Charlie smiles and nods before leaving. I quickly fall back asleep.