To The Boy with Hazel Eyes; e.d

Realizing the bad.

A/N:Lol old photo but this is his hair^

"Take two and pass it on!" Dr. Rogers told us, passing down a glove box.

All the ED patients were helping at a 'soup kitchen' type of gathering. Only this is with people living in third world countries.

"What you will learn today is to be grateful to have food around you." He explained as we all gloves on. "This is to tell your brain and you consciousness that what you are thinking is harming yourself and that you having the privilege to go to the store or a restaurant and eat is a big thing."

So pretty much guilt tripping us... thanks doctor.

I look at the girl behind me, her dark face turned as pale as snow.

"Tiana, don't worry. You will not eat the food, but you will be serving it." He said, reassuring the girl and the rest of us. "Neither of you will be eating this food, not yet at least. This little field trip is to get you to touch it and serve it to those who want it."

I look at the group of 7. We weren't a big group of patients, majority of them were in their early teens, while i'm one of the oldest. I look at the food place for us to serve and i gag.

"Let's begin!"

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"Thank you, may God bless you, dear." An old woman from Peru said to me, touching my cheek with care.

"You're welcome." I smile, handing her a to-go bag filled with extra food.

So far, I've had 29 people bless me and 3 of our patients panicked and cried in the past 5 hours.

"How're you feeling, Lennon?" Dr.Rogers asked me, hand on my shoulder as I grab another plate for the next person.

"I feel fine." I answer honestly. "I can handle touching and looking at food, it's just not appetizing."

He smiled. "Well, Dr. Oliver told me about your breakthrough by eating 60 calories." He mentioned.

My heart dropped and I immediately feel sick.

"Y-Yeah." I stuttered, putting mashed potatoes on the plate and handing it to the man in front of me. "Enjoy." I said to the man, before turning to the doctor.

"I am proud of you, Lennon." He said to me.

"Yeah well, don't expect something like that to happen again." I respond quietly, avoiding eye contact.

"You're right." He explained, taking a plate and giving it to me. "I expect bigger quantities."

I sighed. "Just take some vegetables and go talk to some people, alright? Maybe they'll change your mind."

I grabbed the plate, scooping some green peas and corn and going to join the rest of my fellow ill patients.

"Good, now everyone is here." A person that owns the place said. "Everybody, welcome Mrs. Louise Rouchelle." He introduced the woman sitting on the chair, facing us.

We all clapped out of politeness.

"Thank you, Mr.Bedeki." She thanked. "Hello everyone." She greeted.

A few of us greeted her back, while I picked at my corn.

"These are a lot of new faces this year, which is good. That means that the former patients have healed." She pointed out happily.

Yeah, or the doctors gave up on them.

"I am Louise, and I come every few months to talk to patients with eating disorders so that you guys would think about how your family would react after your illness takes over you." She put her red hair behind her ear, the wrinkles on her face prominent.