Adopted by Pentatonix (#Power10)

Chapter 82

Okay so I need to make sure that you guys know what the hotel looks like.
When you first walk into the room, it's like a little lounge room area with lots of couches and a TV, then behind that, it has the kitchen. There are multiple doors around the place, which all lead to separate bedrooms.
Got it?
Okay. Continue.

Dedication: TrashyMatsuno because they got so excited when I replied to their comment. I'm just little Ol' me😆 but I'm flattered 💜

So this book has A LOT of plot holes, spelling and grammar problems. I'm re-reading my book and wondering why you guys are here.

It's literally making me cringe. Stop reading my book, it's bad af.

PTX reached 11 million subscribers on YouTube and their Jolene has over 5 million views in two days.

My babies.

((I'm really liking Calvin Harris' new song My Way, go listen to it))

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Recap:
"I'm here," he whispers and strokes my hair, his arms wrapping around me. "I'm here Lar. Don't worry."

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"I thought you were going to try and get better?" Scott whispers into my hair but I don't get angry or upset or anything. He genuinely seems confused as to why I was throwing up and I'm confused as well.

Currently, I'm sitting in his lap and we're in a doctor's waiting room. After I got cleaned up, Scott immediately wanted to take me to a doctor and I didn't argue.

I just simply shrug and he sighs before kissing the top of my head. I'm absolutely smashed and all I want to do is sleep but, to ease Scott's mind, I complied with his wishes and he made a last minute appointment with Doctor Kendalle, one of the best doctors in Australia apparently.

"Mr Hoying?" A polite voice called and Scott stands, holding me on his waist, making me roll my eyes. "Doctor Kendalle will see you now."

As Scott begins to follow the lady, I whisper in his ear,"You know I can walk, right?"

"Better safe than sorry." He mumbles back and we enter a small room containing one bed, a desk with a laptop and multiple pens on it, two chairs next to the desk and a very nice looking lady who is seated in front of the desk.

I take the seat closest to the desk and Scott takes the one next to me.

"I'm assuming you're not Mr Hoying," Dr Kendalle says to me, a small smile on her face.

"No, I'm Skylar Daniels. He's the one that booked the appointment." I reply and she nods, writing that down on a piece of paper.

"What seems to be the problem?" She asks and I stay quiet, a sick feeling still in my stomach. I'm almost 100% sure I threw up all the grapes but the feeling is still there.

Scott sees I'm not going to reply and explains. "Skylar has recently begun to recover from anorexia and bulimia-" I wince slightly. "But she called me earlier saying she had thrown up."

"Uh, not to sound rude or insensitive, but did you relapse?" Dr Kendalle asks me but I shake my head.

"I wanted to get better so I ate something but it came back up." I mutter and stare down at my legs. If I sit with my legs coming straight out from my body, I can fit two fists between my thighs.

"How long did you have bulimia?" The doctor asks after a slight pause and I think for a second.

"Since Janurary..." I whisper and I see Scott's body deflate out of the corner of my eye and sadness fills me.