What's a lil' bit of hunger?

Chapter 3

Rosa parked up outside Amy's apartment. "Give me your keys." Amy looked at her in confusion "Wait... what?" "I'm going to go up and unlock your door." Amy relaxed "Oh." "Also, I should put these in the fridge." Rosa gestured to the paper bag filled with nutrition replacement drinks and medication that the doctor prescribed. Amy looked down at her feet nodding and biting her lip. "Look Santiago, this thing is more complicated than pouring smoothie down your throat, but it'll make you feel better." There was a pause. "You have your first therapy appointment in a few days."

Amy knew she would rather not go and suffer than be forced to gain weight again. "They're not making me eat." Rosa reached out to rest her hand on Amy's shoulder. "In the meantime, I'm staying with you." Rosa paused before looking into Amy's eyes and whispering "I can't do much to stop what you're going through, but I can be here to make sure you're not doing it alone." Closing her eyes, Rosa turned away and punched her thigh "I'm sorry, that was stupid sentimental crap." Amy shook her head "No Rosa, that was nice." She smiled "It's good to know you've got me." Rosa rolled her eyes. "Alright, that's enough sappy stuff. Let's get you in."

Rosa snorted as carried Amy through the door. "Sure this is your flat? Or have I just broken onto the set of Murder, she wrote?" Amy glanced up at Rosa, unimpressed "Haha, very funny." Rosa carried Amy through to her living room, placing her on the weird cream couch. "Do you need anything?" Amy smiled "Can I have a blanket and the space heater on?." Rosa nodded and turned on the space heater before searching the apartment for a blanket.

When she returned (blanket in her hand) Amy was shivering, but half asleep. How had Rosa not noticed how sick she was? Looking at her now, pale and malnourished, it was obvious. Amy's hair used to be thicker and glossier, now it hung limply around her shoulders, riddled with split ends. Her clear complexion used to have a lovely soft honey tone to it, but now it was dull and blemished. As for her misshapen body, the sleek, toned look was long gone, leaving clothes sagging against her skin. Rosa had never known Amy to take a day off sick in the 9 years she'd known her, but now she just looked... ill.

"Got your blanket." Amy jumped before looking up at Rosa and smiling. Rosa considered laying the blanket over Amy and tucking her in for a moment before deciding against it and just handing her the blanket. "Thanks." "No problem."

There was an awkward moment of silence before Amy spoke up. "Make yourself comfy." Diaz snorted before throwing herself on a chair "I'm assuming you don't have any alcohol in, so that's not possible." Amy ignored her and flicked through the TV channels before she found a documentary on penmanship. "No! We are not watching this crap!" Amy turned to her, open-mouthed "I'm sick! You're meant to let me watch whatever I want!" Rosa scoffed. "Even if you were lying on the floor bleeding out I wouldn't be watching this with you." Amy made a face "Well I would hope you'd be stemming the flow of blood." "Don't get smart with me Santiago." but Rosa was smiling. "Fine, find something you're happy with, but no horror movies, I want to sleep tonight." Amy threw the remote at Rosa, who caught it mid-air. "No need, I came prepared." She stood up and walked over to the paper bag on the counter "I picked these up when I went in to get your stuff." Rosa reached into the bag and pulled out several DVDs. "Ooo! Do you have Training day?"

Amy grinned as Rosa waved her favourite DVD in the air. "You can only watch this on the condition you drink half your smoothie thing." Amy pulled a face, suddenly scared. "You need to drink this Santiago." Rosa poured out half of the mix into a beaker and brought it down to her. "Here you go." Amy stiffened "You put it in a beaker?" Rosa nodded "Didn't want you spilling it everywhere. Now drink." Amy laughed nervously "I'm not a child, I can drink without making a mess." Rosa rolled her eyes. "Drink." Amy shook her head "No. I can't." Rosa sighed "Come on Santiago, do I have to force feed you?" Amy yelped and rapidly stood up, backing up until she hit a wall.