Becoming Bone (ON HOLD TO REWRITE)

Chapter 14

Finally! Sorry it took so fucking long, but it's here now! Enjoy.

Jace's Pov.

As we're working on our papers, time flies, because pretty soon Carols getting us for lunch. The second she says it's lunch time I can feel my heartbeat pick up, but I make sure not to let Oliver see. I really don't want to lie to him but I just can't.

I wish they kept the tube in so I wouldn't have to lie about it. Maybe if they kept it in longer and I gained more weight then I could except eating. I'm at 109 pounds and a BMI of 15.2 right now and I feel disgusting.

Yes, you can still see my ribs and spinal cord and hipbones and collar bones to a slightly extreme extent, but it's a lot less than before. My BMI's at 15.2 and before I got into the hospital I was 85 with a BMI of 11.9.

Since I had a feeding tube at the hospital, even though it was only a day, I gained 7 pounds. That's absolutely crazy and I thought it was impossible, but it happened. Since my body was so used to being deprived of food it took in as much nutrients as it could. Also a couple pounds of that was just 'water weight' but it stayed.

That put me at 92 and BMI of 12.8. I lost weight since I barely ate at the Terrence House, which was only 3 pounds, so I was 89 at BMI of 12.4. And because I lost weight I got tubed. Those were the worst two weeks of my life, yet the best two at the same time.

Because I was gaining weight and on one hand, the bad hand, I was simply getting fatter. But on the other hand, the good hand, I was getting better. And I honestly think that if they kept the tube in for a week or two longer that I could be doing it, or trying to at least.

Oliver and I are almost at the same BMI and I'm so happy that he's getting there but so scared of myself getting there. His BMI is 15.8 and he's 5'9, which puts him at 107 pounds. But even though I'm scared I have to get my ass up and go downstairs.

Right now I'm glad that I'm wearing a long sleeve, which I usually am because of my cuts and scars. We get down for lunch and take our usual seats. We're the last ones there, also as usual. Luck is on my side today because it's popcorn chicken and fries.

Popcorn chicken is small and I could easily drop some down my sleeve with anyone noticing. The fries will be a little bit harder but I'll manage. Or at least I hope I will. We also have a cup of fruit, which I'm willing to eat, and some cucumber slices, which I'm also willing to eat.

The chatter soon picks up and I join in a lot. I try to talk a lot to distract them from the fact that I'm not eating. Everytime I'm sure nobody is looking, and Oliver is definitely not, I slip some popcorn chicken down my sleeve.

I get about ⅓ of my chicken and a few fries in my sleeve throughout the meal and nobody notices or is suspicious. Now all I have to worry about is getting rid of it. I can't flush it because the bathrooms are locked. I can't exactly hide it because Olivers in my room and we're basically conjoined at the hip recently.

But I guess if I got up there really fast before him, I could hide it in my drawer. Which is exactly what I do.

The second, or maybe two seconds after, they announce that the meal is over, I'm up and out of my seat and into my room. I quickly empty my sleeve into a old shirt that I don't like and bundle it up and shove it to the back of the drawer. I close it and lay down on by bed. Oliver comes in a few seconds later and gives me a concerned look before closing the door.

"Are you okay?" he questioned.

No.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lie.

"Why'd you run out so fast?" he asks.

Because I hid food down my sleeves during lunch and had to hide it in here before you came back up.