Janthony ONESHOTS! (SLOW UPDATES, PROMISE)

roommates, soulmates pt 3.

Jasmine woke up first, her head hurting. "What the fu- oh..." she looked over at Anthony, who was still asleep. "What...Oh my God." She whispered, heart skipping a beat. "Did we...?"

She looked down at herself to see that she was still fully clothed. It was a relief, yes, but also a disappointment for some reason. Jasmine sniffed and slowly sat up, still looking at Anthony. He was holding onto her hand weakly.

Jasmine smiled at him and gently let go of his hand and stood up. She almost immediately fell over again, her legs giving way.

"Shit-!" Jasmine collapsed to the floor, her stomach growling loudly. She burst into tears, out of frustration and acknowledgment of her situation.

"Jasmine...?" Anthony's voice quickly became more aware. He slipped out of bed and went around the other side of the bed, where Jasmine was lying on the floor in pain.

Anthony went pale as soon as he saw her. "Jasmine, what the hell happened?!" He rushed over to her and bent down.

Jasmine sniffled. "I-I fell-"

"Jesus, you're getting worse every second..." He cringed. Anthony suddenly picked her up bridal-style.

Jasmine wiped her eyes, going red. "W-What are you doing?" She asked quietly.

"Taking you to hospital."

Jasmine's eyes widened and she panicked. "Anthony, no, you really don't have to-"

"Yes I do, Jasmine," Anthony said firmly.

"But you're in your underwear and I'm in my pajamas!" She yelled.

"Oh yeah...Well, we'll go to the hospital straight after we get changed."

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~After The Visit To The Hospital~

Jasmine had never felt more humiliated in her life. She didn't want to talk to the doctor in the first place, let alone have Anthony be in the room with her. She had to tell the doctor everything, though. And every time she said something that was to do with her being in pain, Anthony would wince, which would make her wince, and it would simply make the atmosphere in the room even worse, although the doctor pretended not to notice it.

"You are lucky, Jasmine," The doctor said at one point. "Very lucky. Although you are currently suffering from the eating disorder known as Anorexia, it is not absolutely fatal. Yet. However, if you continue to skip meals regularly, I feel that you are only going to get weaker and if you are not careful..."

Anthony looked down as the doctor spoke, knowing what she was talking about.

If she was not careful, Jasmine would eventually become skin and bones and die.

Anthony clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He knew it wasn't Jasmine's fault- no, far from it. It was her ex's fault; what was his name? Anthony didn't care, frankly. All he cared about was the safety of his best friend and crush.

Jasmine bit her lip and looked away as the doctor spoke, clearly scared but also ashamed. She was ashamed of herself for letting this get too far, but also ashamed of herself for not speaking to someone sooner. She knew what she was doing to herself, and she knew it had to stop, but she also was proud of her progress.

'Why stop now?'

A voice in her head said as Jasmine ignored the rest of the doctor's droning.

'You've lost a little weight, sure, but it isn't enough. You're still fat, Jasmine, very very fat...But don't worry. If we continue losing weight, we'll be skinny enough for people to like us...and maybe then Marc will take us back.'