Thinner

6

Hospitality.
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"Anorexia Nervosa..is an eating disorder in which is characterized by an abnormally low body weight, fear of gaining weight, distorted body image and denial of hunger..it can also and most likely do include a certain amount for exercise and an obsessive relationship with weightloss that will determine your self worth..you cover the majority, if not all of the symptoms of this disorder, and you will need a certain 'care' in order to feel better again" the doctor explained, handing the boy a flyer. "This is everything you need to know so far about your diagnosis".

"So can I go home now?" He asked, genuinely the only question he has been anticipating getting answered once and for all.

"Actually, uhm..since this looks like it's been chronic. We've been on a phone call with your school who has explained how they experienced you day to day, and a lot of concerns are actually expressed by the teachers for your wellbeing. They have spotted bruises, and of course visible extreme weightloss over the years..and therefor, as your current doctor here in the hospital, I have transfered you to a ward, here in this hospital" the doctor explained, nodding his head slightly as he out away the files.

"So I can't go home?!" He asked, feeling offended.

"This is morally for your own safety Jeongin. We can't let you go with the suspicion of you most likely are not being handled the best at home, due to concern from the teachers in your school..and if you'd like to open up about anything revolving home life, we are more than glad to listen".

"N-no, I need to go home!" He yelled, as he stood from the bed, but was gently prevented by the doctor.

"Jeongin, tell me about your parents".

"They are fine, I'm fine, everyone is fine.." he yelped, freezing slightly as the grip on his shoulders loosened.

He feared explaining his home life to the same doctor who want to transfer him somewhere else..it terrified him deep down within his body.

He felt like he got stabbed in the back, almost betrayed..yet he couldn't figure out who he should be upset with.

"This is a safe place Jeongin..nothing will be leaving my mouth after our conversation, it's my job to listen and treat patients, and If I believe you need a certain care, having you express it would make the job so much easier for me to get done".

Jeongin sniffed as he felt the tears come through. His eyes blinking constantly to not let them drop. Feeling the fear within him get bigger.

"Promise?" He mumbled as he held onto the thin blanket almost hugging it at this point.

"I promise".

"My dad can be really rough if I don't do well enough, I have to do perfect, or else I'd get hurt..my mom she subsides herself with alcohol the whole day, and yell and scream at people at every opportunity she got..you know when people say a moms hugs cures everything? I have always dreamed about receiving that special, motherly hug from her. But she embraces alcohol instead, she doesn't recognize me, and I feel like if I'm not acceptionally good enough, she won't notice me..and do you know that saying that one's father is the best football player? Well..my dad doesn't care about playing games, he only cares at throwing the balls at me, targeting me..but I love my parents..I don't know why..but I do" he explained, wiping away years of tears he couldn't have gotten out before.

If he cried at home, and got heard, he would have been beaten for being pathetic. If he shed a single tear infront of his father, he wouldn't be able to move for days.

"Jeongin, this is very serious. I will have to call CPS, but I promise no one other than them, will get to know any of this..alright? Until then, I want you to go with nurse park alright? You get your own room at the ward, and you'll be placed with kids your age who also have personal struggles they fight on a daily basis with" he explained, his smile seeming so much more comforting than before.

"H-how long will I stay?" He stuttered, wiping away the tears that formed again and again.

"Until further notice from CPS and the community" with that the doctor left the room, leaving Jeongin alone with the nurse.

Jeongin sighed, as stood up carefully from the bed, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the wall.

Anorexia Nervosa.

His dad called him anorexic before, he called himself that too..mainly because he thought it was a bad word..he couldn't ever have assumed that It was an actual diagnosis he was suffering from.

"You can go ahead and make whatever phone calls you need Jeongin, I'll be back in a bit, so we can get you moved to the other ward" she smiled, leaving the room and him to be alone in silence.

He didn't think twice before grabbing his phone, seeing all the angry notification from his dad who scolded him over messages. He opened up the phone and wrote a long apology, before turning to one contact he hoped he'd never had to call.

Hajun.

As he let the phone ring, be waited patiently. His eyes were focused on the screen, watching closely as the call got picked up. He didn't know how to feel, his body was so tense at how he spilled so much so easily. It made him feel stupid, it made him feel jot enough, he could see how his father still send furious messages, making him gulp slightly in despair as he awaited for Hajun to speak.

"Yang, what do you want now..it's the middle of the fucking night you idiot" the guy complained, groaning loudly against the phone.

"I sort of need an extra hand" he mumbled, tapping his legs softly.

"Can't it wait, I'm currently fucking a hot pick up blondie right now" Hajun sighed.

Jeongin grimaced at the image that uninvitetly invaded his brain. Rubbing his temples as he tried to figure out a way to explain to the older the trouble he was in.

"I just need you to do me this one favor please".