*he stared at the doctor, eyes wide. borderline anorexic? why was she doing that to herself? why hadn’t he noticed? her clothes, they were always so baggy on her so of course he hadn’t noticed. this made his heart hurt; how hadn’t he seen the signs? was he that bad a boyfriend? he looked to her, face pale*
y-yes i. i do i didn’t… realize we haven’t been… that close to realize but oh god… oh god… is this going to make her recovery harder?
“As long as she eats, she will get better. Luckily she cannot fight with the tube but when she is strong enough to eat, she will most likely avoid it again. You need to make sure she eats,” he commanded softly, reaching up to scratch at his mustache a bit.
“When she is strong enough to talk, I would like to arrange a meeting with her and a counselor in order to figure out the root of the problem. It must be fixed or else she could get worse.”
*he nodded*
i’ll look after her. i, i’ll make sure she eats. i cook good enough but i mentioned the idea of her moving into an apartment room in my block and if she’s that close i can make sure she eats every day. even if she doesn’t move closer i’d go over to see her and bring her good food, i promise…!
Jack Maple 