Yeah, I don't own anything or something... And yes, it's another ED story from me. But reviews are always welcomed.


I woke up to a beeping noise. I didn't want to open my eyes, but I was curious about the noise. I felt that I was surrounded by a numbing blanket all over my body and couldn't move a inch. Now I was getting terrified. Could I even open my eyes? The thought gave me strength to do so.

I found myself lying on a hospital bed. What was going on? I tried to remember, but soon realized that I had no idea what had happened. The last thing a remembered was that I was home, reading a book; Wuthering Heights. It had been warm and I was drinking tea. After that my memories are blank. What the hell had happened?

There was a white wall on my right and some machines which were hooked to me with tubes. On the left there was light-blue hospital curtain. Then in front of me there was a door. I really wanted to know what was wrong with me. My head definitely was a mess anyway.

I tried to find the thing that called the nurse with the only part of me that seemed to be able to move, but I couldn't find it. Could I maybe yell for some help? I didn't know if my voice was that strong and clear, and I really doubted it, so it might not even be heard anywhere. But I still should try it.

And I went for it: "Anyone? Please help!"

My throat hurt and it felt like sandpaper. I really didn't want to call anyone anymore. I was fortunate, because someone actually had heard my croaking and opened the door and came in.

It was a ordinary looking young nurse. She looked kind, but worried. "Oh, you're awake! So you're Isabella Swan. And you're at the hospital if you didn't know", the nurse told me.

"Bella", I corrected her a little annoyed. Why everyone called me Isabella, when I strictly ordered not to, but Bella? Isabella sounded so Victorian to me and off from what I really was like. I was a relaxed person, not some fancy-pants. No offence to anyone whose name was Isabella and liked the name.

"Good. Okay Bella. Could you please tell me, what is the last thing that you remember?" the nurse asked smiling now widely. She started reading my files which she took from the headboard of my bed.

"I was at my home reading and drinking tea", I told her smoothly as I had already tried to remember things before. "Alright. So you probably don't know why you're here?" she said and wrote something to the papers. "No, I don't. Could I have some water, please? My throat is really dry", I asked.

"Oh, yes of course. I sorry, I forgot", the nurse said back apologizing and went to the other side of the curtain. I could hear water running. Quickly she came back and helped me with putting a plastic cup on my lower lip. I took few sips of the cold water and thanked her with a clearer voice. My throat felt already much better now.

"So you were in an accident. You had been jogging at night and we guess that you had tripped over something and then you had fallen to a ditch and hit your head to a rock badly. You have a big memory-loss, but we're hoping it won't be permanent. We'll study it while you're here and after you are transmitted to the building next door. But you haven't got any bigger injuries than a few scratches, except the swelling in your head", the nurse said.

"Wait, wait. Why would you transmit me to another building?" I asked confused and furrowed my eyebrows. "For you eating disorder? It's a ED-clinic. You will get help from there and put on some weight", she answered me looking now confused herself. "I do not have an eating disorder. What's that all about? I love food. Actually I'm starving right now. Could I get something to eat, please?" I told her bewildered. My stomach grumbled supporting my needs.

"Really? You have already been diagnosed with Bulimia and Anorexia Nervosa before the accident. Could it be, that with the memory-loss, you don't have the disorder anymore? Hmm, we'll have to analyze that too. This is very interesting. I will get you your lunch now then. I will be back soon with your doctor."

The nurse left and I was left alone. Or maybe not. I could hear some sifting on the other side of the curtain. Hmm, who might be on the other side? I wanted to see, but I still couldn't get up. But at least the numbness had faded a bit and now I was able to move my legs and hands under the blanket. When I touched my hands together I was shocked. I put all my strength to take my arm under the blanket and to see it.

My arm was pale. White as a wall next to me. And it was thin. I could almost see my bones. My hunger got bigger which was a good thing, because it really looked like I should eat something. A lot.

Was I really anorexic and bulimic? Or had I been? It was weird. I couldn't remember any of it or why would I have ever got into that position. My life wasn't depressing or I don't think I have ever thought myself as fat. I didn't know any reason why would have I ever taken an eating disorder as a way of coping with things.

But now I could get better at least.