[Crayon,]

Isabelle in this chapter is actually based on one of my old counsellors, who kept me safe for a couple of hours when i was under a suicide risk.
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I awoke with a light shining in my eyes and I flinched at the sudden brightness. I noticed then that the sound of sirens was blazing and we were moving; fast. I tried to sit up, but the buckles of the gurney stopped me, I also tried to remove the oxygen mask that was helping me breathe, but a firm hand stopped me and exclaimed that I needed the mask. I finally gave in, I stopped caring, stopped fighting and stopped pushing people away. I allowed the paramedics to take my ob’s and just let my mind mingle over the events of the past day.

Thirty minutes later I’m settled into an uncomfortable bed in the emergency department of the local hospital, in a ‘children’s’ section of all places; I noted that my feet could touch the end of the bed. The reunions of me and my family had involved me staring up at the ceiling avoiding everyone’s eyes except my grandmothers, the loving, caring, gentle eyes with the tear streaked face. My dear nanna was crying over me, my mother was stone-faced her wall much like mine was up once again and her stony expression showed no hint of sympathy. I had asked mum to just go away, to leave me alone if she wasn’t going to talk to me, if she was just going to stand there staring at me. She did, but I swear I saw her start crying before she left the room, that’s one thing I had never seen her do, at all. Nan tried to talk to me, but gave up within the first hour, my mumbled responses not constituting a normal conversation. I was hooked up to endless machines, tabs were attached to my chest from the ECG they had done earlier and my own personal friend for if I got lonely was sitting next to me, putting fluids back into my body.
Nan got up and spoke “we’re going Teag; I’ll see you tomorrow I promise. I’m not quite sure about your mother though” her voice was sympathetic; she gave me one last peck on the cheek before walking out. I wasn’t left alone for long though, two seconds later a nurse walked in and checked my ob’s then sat beside me. I quickly opened my mouth to ask what she was doing but they beat me to the chase.
“I’m Isabelle, a mental health nurse; you’re currently considered a risk to yourself, so until you’ve had a psych evaluation I’m your personal bodyguard.” She smiled; obviously she’d done this many times.
“Uhh okay, well I can’t get out of bed anyway at the moment, so what harm can I do to myself? Don’t bother answering that, it doesn’t matter” I shut up, ‘stupid question’ I thought.
Isabelle nodded and picked up a magazine and began to read, I absent-mindly watched her, when she looked up and asked if I needed anything I blushed and answered no. She smiled and once again continued to read. It stayed like this for the next few hours, Isabelle occasionally commenting on an article in a magazine but other than that I just stared at the wall. Until a familiar face walked into the room.