Steel Skeleton

Movement

 Gavin sat across from Lars for Afternoon snack. He was still pissed at himself for gaining weight, yet he had no control over it anyway, he had to do it. Why was he pissed at it? He wasn't sure.

Gavin spread the now almond butter on his bread, and ate it just as usual. He found himself staring into the distance. He had no idea where he seemed to be, just nowhere.

Until a tap on his shoulder startled him. He looked up to see a nurse standing beside him.

"We have a team meeting after snack, please come to room one as soon as you've finished." She told him, and he nodded. His heart rate increased. Team meetings meant something horrible or something incredible, and he had done nothing incredible. He had been a nightmare this entire week.

"What did you do? Team meetings are so rare." Lars asked, and Gavin shrugged. He continued to eat the nuts on his plate.

"I don't know, but it's definitely bad." Gavin said. He couldn't lie to himself. He was terrified. He found himself wanting nothing more than to just not finish his food so he wouldn't go, but that wouldn't go over well at this point.

He put the empty tray back into its' spot, and walked to the room. His legs were shaky, his hands shook just as terribly. He cautiously opened the door, and stepped inside.

"Come in, have a seat." Roseanne said, and Gavin sat, cautiously, as if there could be needles, but they were avoidable with caution. Gavin found himself fidgeting. His leg bounced, and he looked around the room.

"What's up?" Gavin asked, his voice wavering just a bit. He found his hands tapping the armrest on the chair.

"Your blood tests from Monday, there's some deficiencies." Roseanne explained, and Gavin just found his gaze dropping. He knew exactly what it was, but to admit was a horrid idea.

"Ok, well, I wasn't aware." Gavin stated, and Roseanne sighed. She gave him a bit of a direct stare.

"Deficiencies of potassium, magnesium and sodium. Electrolytes. Gavin. Have you been purging?" Roseanne asked, and he looked up. His heart was racing. Interventions were absolutely not his strong suite. He found his eyes darting as he contemplated the truth. He was here to get better, but to lose privileges would be awful. He had come so far.

"Yeah. Only once." Gavin confessed, suddenly. He had not meant to confess, but he did. The truth was in the air, and the atmosphere had changed.

"When?" Roseanne asked. Her voice was calm; it was firm yes, but calm. He was probably not the first one to purge in the unit.

"Two days ago, real late at night. I don't know why I did it, but I did it. It felt good, yeah, but that's the addiction aspect. I wish sorry could fix it, but this isn't about you, I did it. I'm the one accountable." Gavin stated, as he opened himself to Roseanne. He had never been so open, but it wasn't unexpected. The whole thing was about being open.

"It's ok, you admitted it, and that's all we needed, I just need you to be honest during weigh-ins. If it persists, then action will be taken." Roseanne told him, and Gavin nodded. He pointed to the door, and she nodded. He walked out of the room, and he went to the therapy session. He walked in and awkwardly sat down. People stared, but he was used to that. He sat in, and just waited for the session to be over, but then there would be food, more food. Too much food.

The therapist seemed to notice Gavin, and gave him a smile.

"What's your win for the morning?" She asked. Gavin just seemed to fluster.