Hybrid Theory: A [Linkin Park] Spinoff.

Bad Habits Die Last.

[Weeks later. Early morning. Breakfast. Phoenix's point of view.]

I sigh and stand up,"Eren. The pancakes were good and everything. I'm just not that hungry. Nothing against the way you make your food." I walk towards the bathroom.
Chester looks at the two and a half pancakes left on my plate,"Phoenix....."
Mike looks at him,"Is he alright?"
"Yeah. I think he's coming down sick."
"Oh."
I sigh as I walk into the bathroom, everyone's voices fading, Just one time without having to collapse into a pool of sweat on the floor. Let me empty my stomach once. Just once more. Then I'll stop for good.
Voices. Outside the closed door.
"Chester. He trusts you. Ask if he's okay."
"Guys. Let him have his space. He's sick."
I close my eyes, waiting for the first wave of dry heaves.
"Guys. See? I told you he's sick. Go. Let me talk to him."
"You sure, Chaz?"
"Yeah. Phoenix is our brother too."
"Yes, I'm sure. Now go."
I slowly slide down the wall, sweat dripping down my face.
The door clicks open.
I collapse onto my side, drawing myself into a shaking ball,"Ch-chaz. You gotta help me. I can't stop this."
Chester sighs,"Phoenix. I should tell the others."
I look at him through the crack between my forearm and forehead,"Don't. I don't want this to destroy the band. Just call an ambulance. Please. I'm breaking out in a cold sweat."
"Take your jacket off, you moron!"
I shake my head,"N-no."
Chester shakes me,"Phoenix! Take your fucking jacket off, dammit!"
I close my eyes, everything going dark.