"God," I said, laughing as Amber pushed open the gym doors. "That was not a fun workout."
"You just wait," she replied, breathing hard. "They are still 'rehabilitating' you." She reached up to push back a lock of sweaty hair. "Once you are considered normal, they will work you even harder."
My eyes widened and I felt my stomach clench a little at the thought. Normal; that would mean I wouldn't be skinny anymore. Not as much as I was now, but that was a good thing. I didn't know how I felt about it yet.
It had been a whole week and a half into the program the hospital had put me in until I stopped fighting. When I didn't think people were watching, I would sneak food off my plate, or try to find a time to run to the bathroom when no one else was there. But someone was always there, alway
