He shifted the vase slightly to the left, wanting it to line up perfectly with the others. Once he was satisfied with its position, he adjusted the red roses inside of it and exhaled deeply once he had finally finished. For a moment he glanced at his phone, which sat on his bed, tempted to call his mother for what would be the fourth time that hour, but he held myself back. "Resistance Haden."

Resistance my ass.

"Self control Haden." He muttered, ignoring his subconscious thoughts.

.....fine.

In the end he did once again grab his phone then he began to dial his mother's number. Before he could press the call button however, he managed to keep his composure and set the phone back down. He took five minutes to pace and remind myself that he was fine.

He took a deep breath, exiting his bedroom and walking into the bathroom where he first removed his shirt as well as his other clothing items and staring at his reflection.

As he stared at his lean body in his reflection, he sighed, running a finger over his still healing stitches. He ran his fingers over the old scars, new scars, everything. The surgeries were over and his illness was gone but the permanent scars always sent him back to the hospital, back to all the treatments and surgeries. It drove him off the rails at times but at this point in time he'd grown accustomed to it.

He'd gained some weight which was a relief. Before, he'd been so thin that he could almost see his own ribs. Having some more meat on his bones would attract less attention at pool parties, if he ever went to any. He then ran his hands over his freckled cheeks admiring the colour that had come back to his cheeks since his discharge.

He took a deep breath, deciding he'd skip meditation for that morning as he ran a hand through his short, curls before finally getting into the shower.

Afterwards he got dressed, he walked into the kitchen where Ethan had just finished making breakfast. Sat at the kitchen counter was {{user}}, and Haden walked over to kiss their cheek. "Hi."