Nothing Good About Goodbye || Parker & Kendall
Kendall hd gone back to refusing to talk after her outburst. All she wanted to do was see Parker. She refused to do anything else until she was allowed to see Parker. She didn’t eat, she didn’t speak. They started giving her the basic nutrients she needed to be alive through her IV, just so she wouldn’t end up blacking out. They’d also kept her on a mix of antipsychotics, at her mother’s request. Kendall wanted to be angry about it, about the fact they were giving her drugs she didn’t want, but she had to admit it was a weight of her shoulders not the have the whispers constantly going on in the back of her head. Plus, she had no idea how She would react to all of this. It would be a riot, most likely. Finally, finally, after three days of not eating anything and not saying a word, her mother told her that she would be able to be released from the hospital and would be able to see Parker. On one condition. After she visited her brother, she was to be checked into a rehabilitation center, where she would stay for at least a month. She would get out with enough time to recoup before school started back up.
Kendall had reluctantly agreed, only because she was going to see Parker. She knew that doing this, she wasn’t going to get to see him for a while. But maybe that’s what they needed. But it needed to be done right, not having him ripped away from her. There needed to be a proper goodbye. After almost two weeks in the hospital, Kendall was finally checked out. She looked terrible, she knew that. She had bags under her eyes from stressing about Parker, she had lost at least ten pounds. Her collarbone was more pronounced, along with her hipbones and ribs. Part of her liked it. She could see the damage she was doing to herself. It was like cutting, but people complimented you for losing weight, they didn’t compliment you for mutilating yourself. They sent yo to rehab. Kendall didn’t care about going home before she got to see Parker. She grabbed a quick shower in the hospital bathroom and changed into the clothes her parents had brought her. A pair of shorts that now hung a little too loose, and a t-shirt that had been oversized to begin with.
She stayed silent on the ride to the station, picking at her cuticles and chewing at her lip, her stomach turning every time she thought about the fact that she was going to see him. All she wanted to do was wrap her arms around him, hug and kiss him and hold him. But she knew she couldn’t do any of those things. Not only because he was in jail and there would be eyes on them, but because she’d meant what she’d said, about them being over. She didn’t want to be dragged along for the ride while he killed himself. Kendall swallowed roughly when they pulled up to the station, hopping out of the car and shuffling inside, her sandals scuffing across the dirty tile before she sat down to wait. Olivia sat beside her, and she could tell she wanted to comfort her, was itching to wrap her arm around her or say something. But Kendall’s look of warning was enough to stop her. “Ms. Nash?” An officer finally called out, and Kendall’s head snapped up. “You can see your brother now.” Kendall nodded, pushing herself from her seat and following the officer back, wetting her lips nervously as she went. She swallowed around the lump in her throat, looking to the seat that the officer gestured to, frowning at the phone and the glass and nodding, sitting down and waiting anxiously.