SBI + Reader

~16~

TW- Eating Disorder.
"Y/n? You alright in there? You've been in there for a while, hon," A voice said. Y/n's eyes readjusted to the blinding bathroom lights as they woke up from a deep slumber. Damn it, must've passed out. Shit. "Y/n?"
"Ye-yeah I'm okay," She slurs. Y/n stands up, legs like jello, and hobbles over the the sink. As they splash cold water onto their pale face, she stares in the mirror. Y/n looks as if they've seen a ghost, their pale skin and sunken eyes look back at her. She shakes her head in disgust as she makes her way to the door.
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Outside the door stood an anxious Phil. He's experienced this before with his other children, mostly Tommy. He had not eaten and he found out he had an eating disorder, and he was worried that it was the same case with Y/n. He paced the hallway, biting his nails.
Downstairs, the three boys were worried. Tommy hadn't spoken since Y/n had gone upstairs. Neither of the twins had really said anything either.
Wilbur had been thinking about Y/n's actions at the table. The small bites, the uncomfortable look on their face when they placed the food in their mouth. He thought back to when Tommy hadn't touched his food previously, and he too was worried that Y/n would go through the same.
Techno had tried to stay positive. He thought that maybe Y/n had just been felling a little sick, or maybe the pancakes hadn't sat well with her. He hoped that was the case.
Tommy had been the most worried out of the trio. Thinking about how Y/n was quiet all breakfast and how she ran up the stairs like her life depended on it. He planned to talk with them about it soon.
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I twisted the door knob with sweaty hands and walked out the door. I saw Phil to my left and he was walking towards Tommys' room. He then made a quick 180 and faced me.
"Y/n," he breathlessly. "Hon I've been worried sick, are you all right?" I nodded. "W-What happened?"
"I-I don't think the pancakes sat very well with me," I chuckled nervously. I would not be telling Phil anytime soon; I don't need his pity.
Phil looked skeptical. I prayed that he wasn't thinking what I thought he was thinking. I must've zoned out because when I finally came to, Phil had wrapped me in a warm embrace. I leaned into it, the unusual sense of comfort that had felt so nice. Maybe that was what I was missing. Comfort.
"Well, the boys have been worried sick. Are ready to come down or do you want to stay in your room for a bit?" I shook my head. I had to face them sooner or later, might as well be sooner.
"No- no it's okay I can come down now. Phil nodded and walked me down stairs. As soon as I reached the bottom three pairs of eyes locked on to mine. I looked away nervously and scratched my neck.
"I look pretty good for a dead guy," I laughed.
Tommy finished the reference; "They're alive!" He sorta laughed. I laughed along with him.
Wilbur cleared his throat. "Are we ready to shop? Niki and Jack said they're at the mall already. Or if you want, Y/n, we can wait a bit if you'd like."
"No, no it's okay we can go now. Lemme get changed really quick and then we can go." I replied. I walked back up the stairs and headed to my room to find an outfit. Make it a good day, for them.

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-Bee