—why does perfect seem so close, but so far?—

I tried out for cheerleading today. The thing is I passed out and they called the hospital and now I'm in the stupid hospital. I didn't even get to finish my tryout and now I'm never going to make the cheerleading team!
The doctors are talking to my mom right now and I can see her starting to cry through the glass window. They think I'm still asleep, but I'm not. My mom brought me some of my stuff so I guess now I have to stay here for a few days.
I hear my mom burst out crying. What is her problem? It's not like I'm dead? All that happened is I passed out. Everyone passes out at some point in their lives. God, why are people so emotional?
The doctor opens the door and walks in. "Hi Lyra, how are you feeling?" The doctor says. He looks to be about 33 with dark brown hair.
"I'm fine. I just want to go home." I say flat out. I'm not gonna hide my anger. These people put me here against my will and now they're going to let me out.
"You'll be headed home as soon as your body is at a healthy weight and we know you won't start starving yourself again," the doctor says.
I didn't answer after that. It's best to just play along because the quicker I get out, the quicker I get back to loosing weight.