I'm Fine, Really.

Dallon Is An Obese Child

i have 3 cavities lol

brendon point of view again whoop

When me and Sarah went to see if Dallon was okay, Dr. Iero wouldn't let me in.

"I think it might be triggering for you to see your friend like this." I snort and try to push past him. 

"Listen pal, I know what triggers me and what doesn't, now let me see him! I want to know if he is okay!" I whine, looking over the short man's shoulder. "Brendon, he isn't even awake. Go to dinner, maybe you can see him after. Give him some time." I groan and rub my face. 

"Fine! Fine." I start to walk away, but turn around quickly and try to run into the room. "Nice try. Go to dinner or we will put you in solitary." I roll my eyes and walk away, staring at the floor.

Usually I would just argue until I get my way, but I don't really think I want to get put in solitary. I'm not as insane as Awsten. At least not yet

dallon point of view

I wake up with a needle in my arm and a tube in my nose, shit. I groan and try to get used to the feeding tube. I'm an idiot.

"Dallon? You awake?" I see Sarah walk in the room with Dr. Iero and look down at my hands, nodding. "Good, we need to talk." 

I listen to Dr. Iero drone on about how I need to at least try and recover. He tells me all the health risks that I already know enough about, and he tells me about my weight and bmi. I didn't know that I lost that much, I'm honestly proud, no matter how disgusting that sounds.

"I know you've only been here two weeks, but you have lost at least ten pounds since you got here." Wow, go me. 

"How long am I being tubed?" I ask, calculating the calories in my head. "A few hours." I sigh and look at anything but him.

That has to be at least 1,500 calories.  (idk i took that from To The Bone)

What are you going to do Dallon? You are going to be fat. 

You will never be perfect. 

"Where's Brendon? I want to see him." I demand, ignoring the voice in my head. 

"He's eating dinner. I told him he can visit you when he is done." I bite my lip and nod, Sarah giving me a weak smile. He tells me a few more things before leaving, more scare tactics. When will they understand that they don't scare me? 

I remind myself of the events before I passed out. The kiss with Brendon. Holy fuck I kissed him! Well, he kissed me, but I kissed back.

Does that mean he likes me? Oh my god what if he's mad at me for not eating? What if he felt how fat I was and is disgusted by me? 

My thoughts are interrupted by Brendon rushing into the room. "Dallon! You're okay!" He comes over and hugs me but quickly backs off. 

"You got a tube." He says, pointing at my face. "Really? I didn't notice at all." I sass. "Don't be a dick, I was worried." I feel guilty, seeing the sad expression on his face. 

"I'm fine Brendon. There's nothing wrong with me, I just got a little dizzy." 

The boy sighs, taking my hand off my lap and plays with my fingers. "I carried you across this entire place you know. You were so light, it was like carrying a child." 

"An obese child. Around sixty percent of American children are obese." I try to make light of the situation but he frowns. "Stop it, you are beautiful." 

"You think so?" I ask, genuinely curious. "Of course I do! I really like you, skeleton boy." 

I feel my cheeks heat up and laugh a little at the name. "Prove it, suicide boy" He flips me off and kisses me, it's kind of uncomfortable because of the tube but we make it work. 

"This is so against the rules but I approve." We pull apart quickly as Sarah comes in the room behind Brendon, we all laugh, and I forget about everything for those ten seconds of laughter. 

I forget about the calories.

I forget that we are in this place

I forget about the pain and suffering. 

I know it won't last long, but I need to cherish these ten seconds. It's all I have left. 

im getting writers block and i need to get back to the 'plot' soon but idc

i need to stop falling in love with every dumb lanky boy i see