It had been a week, and Donna was still stuck in hospital. We visited every day, at least one of us spent time with her. She was conscious now, and she spoke to us while we sat at her bedside. Today, Gerard and I sat beside her, hand in hand. Gerard's other hand was being held by his mother. Despite being laid in a hospital bed, she was surprisingly cheerful. Or she was trying to be, anyway. Today, she acheived this by quizzing us on our relationship. It was pretty embarassing, actually, to be honest. "Gerard, I hope you're treating our Krissy like a lady." I smirked, hiding my delight at the words 'our Krissy'. "Yes, Mom, I am," he assured her, rolling his eyes. She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Good. Because you know, if you treat her badly, I'll find out. We women talk about these things." She winked at me, making me giggle. Gerard raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth, but she interrupted him. "Have you had sex yet?" Gee's mouth dropped open, and I felt myself blushing. "Mom!" Gerard interjected. She looked at him, completely unashamed. "What? I should know when to expect accidental grandkids!" I don't think my face could have gotten any redder at that statement. We didn't say a word. "Oh, come on, kids, just tell me! Did you use a condom? Please tell me you used one, I mean, I don't want grandkids, but if I had to choose right now, I'd rather it were accidental, not deliberate." Gee and I exchanged incredulous looks. "No Mom, we haven't... Done that yet." She tilted her head with a disbelieving look at her son. "Really?" He nodded emphatically. "Really, Mom, we haven't." She studied us for a moment, and we squirmed under her gaze. Finally, she gave a little nod. "Okay, then," she murmured. "But do me a favour. When it does happen, wash your own sheets, okay? I don't need that trauma in my life." She seemed deadly serious, but I was at a loss as to how I should respond. Gerard,appeared just as baffled. Thankfully, a doctor chose that moment to walk in, effectively ending our conversation. He said something about some test he had to run, so we took that as our cue to leave, promising someone would be back later to see her. The air outside had started to get cooler, the sky darkening as the evening began to set in. Gee took my hand and swung our arms between us as we walked. We remained in comfortable silence for a while, until he finally spoke. "I'm sorry, Kriss." I looked at him in surprise. "For what?" He sighed. "For what she was saying in there. It wasn't right." I shook my head. "It's fine, Gee. She didn't do anything wrong, really. She has to ask these things. She is your mother." "But, still..." He muttered. I giggled and hip-bumped him. "Forget about it," I said, laying my head on his shoulder. He let go of my hand to slide an arm around my waist. Then I felt his arm tense a little, and his hand slid upwards. For a moment I thought he was feeling me up, until he said, "Krissy, I can feel your ribs." I pulled away from his touch and refused to meet his eyes. "Kriss, are you eating properly?" Gaze fixed on the concrete, I murmured "Of course I am." The lie was obvious, I knew right away that he wouldn't fall for it. "Krissy!" I closed my eyes. "Gerard, please drop it, it's not important." Wrong thing to say. "Not important? Of course it's fucking important! You're gonna do serious damage to yourself! Look at you! You're tiny! If you lose any more weight, you'll end up in hospital, too!" I cringed. I'd hated being in hospital. The meals they'd provided had caused some major weight gain, and I'd had to work my huge ass off to get rid of it. "Gerard, honestly, I'm fine. It's not like I'm fasting for three days straight, or anything like that. I'm just... Watching what I eat." That was sort of true. I was being extra-careful with what I put in my body. And I was eating everyday, a little. I left out the fact that I often vomited a lot of it out afterwards. He stared at me. "But, why are you watching what you eat? You don't need to!" I reamained silent, knowing he'd disagree with whatever I said. He sighed, and his slipped around me again. "Look, sugar, you are not fat. You're beautiful, okay? Your body is gorgeous, you don't need to change it. I love you, exactly how you are. Now, I'm not gonna force you to eat, but could you do something for me?" I nodded. "Talk to your psychiatrist about it. Try and get some support, okay?" I thought for a moment, and then I nodded in agreement. Maybe talking to Jo wouldn't be too bad. And it would keep Gee happy, too. I sighed. "Okay, I told him. "I'll get help."

Notes

Hmm, a bit filler-ish. Again, I'm sorry about the delay. I've been busy. I'm in my last year of high school, so the whole choosing-college jazz is taking over. While I'm here, Imma advertise my new fic. Judge me. Its called 'Hes not mad he only looks that way'. Its a Frerard. I personally think the plot is quite interesting, but I'm not sure, so check it out and let me know? Paranoia Violence out xø