The nurse whose named I learned was Rosa started with some basic questions.

"Did she ever show signs of wanting to commit suicide?"

"Yes, she had tried once before, she also had really bad depression." I said looking at Lilah.

Rosa scribbled something down. "Does she have any other mental illnesses that you know of?"

I paused before counting my fingers trying to keep up with how many there were, "Depression, BPD, anxiety, body dysmorphia, and bulimia." I stuttered at the nurse. She nodded and began writing again.

"Do you know what could have caused her illnesses now? Like childhood trauma, abuse, or is it because of a chemical imbalance in the brain?" She asked with the pen on her temple.

I paused before speaking, "Well from what she told me, she had been abused as a kid not by her parents but other kids. The bulimia started 4 years ago in high school after she started having some body dysmorphia issues. We got that under control for a month but then she started it up again." I answered trying to be as descriptive as possible.

She let out a small "mhmmm" and continued writing. She kept scribbling. I looked over at Lilah wondering if I had done something to cause this, I didn't notice the tears currently dripping down my face. I couldn't even begin to understand why she would do this, I had stopped fighting almost full time so that I could be with her. It was more like a hobby now.

"V?"

I jumped at the sound of my name and looked frantically from where it had came from, the nurse. I sighed.

"I was wondering if Lilah had had any sort of therapy before." She asked kindly.

"I tried to get her to go I mean I have the money for it. But she said no to that. I tried really hard, but every time she shut it down without any other word." I said quickly.

The nurse finished writing with a final "click" of her pen. She stood up, "I know this is probably hard for you right now, but I need you to go home,"

I opened my mouth to protest but she put a finger in the air compelling me to shut it, so I did.

"If Lilah doesn't wake up, we don't want to put you through that even though she may be alive," barely I thought. "she still lost a lot of blood and the wound could be infected. We will call you in a couple of hours however visiting will be over by then. You may come tomorrow at 10 if you would like." She handed me a card with her number on it and gave me a sad smile, "I'll be here if you want updates or someone to talk to." She whispered. Then she turned and left the room, her long black hair swinging behind her.

I sighed and obeyed her commands. I got up and bent over Lilah's body pressing my lips onto her forehead before proceeding to leave the room.