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He's a quarterback struggling with a secret eating disorder that's destroying his life.
She's a food-fanatic who loves every curve in her beautiful body.
When their scho...
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My heavy eyelids flicker open.
My eye's blink as they accustom to the bright lights of the hospital room.
Hospital Room.
I attempt to sit up, startled, as dread sinks in my stomach. My mother sleeps gently beside me on an uncomfortable chair.
There's an IV attached to my arm with heavy tape, and a monitor beeps monotonously behind me.
"Mom." I croak, my tongue thick and heavy in my throat. "-Mom."
My mom's eyes snap open, and immediately concern is evident in her facial expression.
"Hey, babe." She says warmly, standing up and touching my cheek gently. Her eyes look shadowed and worried.
"Whats going-" I start to say, but a throbbing headache shuts me up.
"Shhh." My mom says giving my hand a squeeze. "We'll explain later, okay babe?"
I nod because I don't have the strength to respond.
There's a knock on the door and my doctor steps in. He's wearing a long lab coat, but his actual attire is professional.
"Hello." He says with a smile. "I'm Dr.Reese."
I don't say anything.
My dad enters the room holding two cups of coffee. He has a five o'clock shadow covering his face- which means I've been out for a while. He hands one to my mom, who murmurs a quiet thanks.
"William Moore," Dr.Reese says looking down at his clipboard. "I've heard a lot about you."
I raise an eyebrow.
"Heard your an insane quarterback."
"Mediocre," I mumble, desperate to close my eyes again. "Is someone gonna tell me why I'm here."
My mom bites her lip nervously staring up at Dr.Reese.
"You collapsed Will," Dr.Reese says slowly, sitting down on a chair and wheeling himself closer to my bed. "You had a heart complication known as Bradycardia. The human heart should beat at least 60 times a minute- unlike your heart however that was beating approximately 40 times a minute."
"Oh," I whisper.
"Your body was not receiving enough oxygen, which is why you collapsed."
"Am I better?" I ask thickly staring back at my parents. "Can I still play football?"
Dr.Reese sighs. "We believe your heart condition was brought on by Anorexia Nervosa, you've heard of it I assume?" He says this all slowly, staring at me for a reaction the entire time.
