The lungs of hell

Chapter 12: Recovery.

TORRES' POV:

'Yes, she's been throwing up all day long for a week now. 98 pounds. I know she was already skinny but not like she is now. WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S FAKING?! SHE CAN'T WALK BECAUSE SHE'S TOO WEAK NOW! Okay... yeah no thank to you.'
Urgh!
"I'm not faking Nick... I promise."
"I know baby, I know you're not. We have to go back to the hospital."
"Okay... let me take a shower." She said.
"You want me to help you?"
"No I think I can- I feel like I can."
"Okay well don't lock the door in case."
She went to take a shower and I don't know how, but she managed to shower on her own.
But then as she walk in the living room I saw her legs give up on her.
"Ouch!" She said when I grabbed her at the last second. "Sorry.."
"El do you relise what you just did?"
"Almost fell on the floor?"
"No! You took a shower, on your own! You're getting better!"
"Yaay!..." she said sitting on the ground almost passing out.
"Well, it's a step, but we have a lot more to do. The new one is going to the ER." I said carrying her to the car.
At the ER they did some blood tests, checked her scar, weighted her.
"So, Eleanor, the scar is going really well, you can stop the medecine, which should allow your body to keep food down. Also, the weight loss is really impressive but you should take some back. We're pretty sure after what your stomach have been through you won't be able to gain all the weight back and to eat like before, you'll probably eat less. If in two days you still throw up you have to come back."
"Yay... I'm still gonna be ugly! Thanks tho for 'curing' me..."
"Ellie! I'm sorry Doctor."
"No I understand, have a nice day."
"Thank you, you too."
I turned to Ellie.
"Come on El, we're going back home."
"I want to sleep..."
"You'll sleep on the car babe."
"Hmmm okay..." she said getting up.
I helped her to the car since she was still really weak.
We got home and she went to sleep immediatly, without throwing up. I went to sleep as well.
In the middle of the night I turned around to hug Ellie but her spot was cold and empty.
I opened up my eyes and saw the light of the bathroom so I went to check.
"Babe, it's three in the morning what are you- Why are you doing this to yourself?"
She was in shorts and a crop top and looking at herself in the miror.
"I- ugly..."
"El.." I said taking her hands in mine from behind her. "You're not ugly at all. You're really pretty."
"You say this cause you don't see what I see."
"Maybe.. but the doctor said you're gonna gain the weight back."
"But not everything..."
"I know you're sad and feel ugly El... but I promise you there is no one prettier than you."
"Thank you Nick." She said kissing my cheek.
"Come back to bed beautiful."
"Yeah..."