My Only Insanity *Shoey Fan fiction*

Chapter 22: 107.5 pounds

{Joeys Pov}

Shane: See! Done.

I looked at my now empty plate in front of me. The mashed potatoes were gone and so was the slightly under cooked (for my liking) steak. I held my stomach.

Joey: I'm going to be sick, Shane.

I said, breathing heavy.

Shane: No... You're going to be okay. Just breath slowly.

I leaned my head on Shane's shoulder.

Joey: I have to go see my trainer today.

Shane kissed my forehead and I smiled.

Shane: I believe you're gonna get better really soon.

Joey: Really?

Was all I replied with, shutting my eyes tiredly and tightly, holding onto shane and leaning on his shoulder.

Shane: If you're tired we should head back to the room. What time are you seeing your trainer?

Joey: Four.

Shane stood up and put our trays away. He came back after that and pushed my wheel chair back to our room. I felt the tubes in my nostrils that ran down my throat rush food down me into my stomach quickly, vibrating a little. I groaned as we came to the door, and Dan got the room key and let us in.

He locked the door behind us and Shane rolled me to ...our bed? Yeah probably could be considered that.

He helped me into bed, and crawled in beside me. He kissed the back of my neck, and I rolled over to face him.

He had kicked his shoes off and already had an arm around me. His eyes glowed and he smiled up at. I caught a whiff of how naturally good he smells.

Joey: You're precious.

I smiled down at him. The only reason I was above him was because he was scooted closer to the foot of the bed than myself.

Shane: I know.

Shane laughed and sat up.

Shane: How long are you going to be napping? You have walking to do.

I rolled my eyes.

Joey: That's stupid. I don't even want to go.

Shane pulled the covers off of me. I shivered when my body became cooler.

Joey: Hey you little fucker.

I stated as he picked me up and set me in my wheelchair.

Joey: You don't always have to do everything for me. I can do some things on my own.

Shane: Don't say that.

Shane said rather quickly, and although I heard him, I asked-

Joey: What?

Shane just coughed.

Shane: We better get to going.

{5 minutes later}

Shane finally pushed my wheelchair to the other side of the institution, where the training and mind development department was.

Aw, a gym for basket cases. Just what I need.

Shane opened the door and pushed my wheelchair in at the same time.

To my surprise, there wasn't any big buff trainers waiting around anxiously at the gym and telling me to 'Drop Down and give me 20!' but instead, doctors.

Doctor #1: Hello Joey! We've heard many things about you.

Every doctor in there has something to tell me or a story that was suppose to relate SOMEHOW to myself.

Trying too hard.

{Shane's Pov}

Doctor #2: Mr. Dawson, we must request you leave, this is strictly a no distraction appointment and training and well, you're a distraction to Mr. Graceffa.

Shane: And how so?

Doctor #3: You're basically undressing him with your eyes.

The youngest female doctor stated. She must've been in her early twenties and a trainee of some sort. The other doctors shot her a disapproving look and she glanced down at the floor.

God, if looks could kill.

They looked back up at myself and I just walked out of the door, and waited in a waiting room right outside the door.

I scanned through boring Magazines and flipped through the channels on the television.

Ugh. When will they be done with my Joey?

I thought about correcting myself and changed my mind. I shrugged it off and continued flipping through the channels and pages.

{Joeys Pov}

At the end of the 'training' they had me step on a scale and helped me stand up.

About 107.5 pounds.

I want to puke.

Joey: Oh my god.

Doctor #2: This is great! You're becoming healthy again.

Gross.

They helped me into my wheelchair and I ran my fingers over and over again through my hair.

107.5 pounds of fat.

Definitely sick.

I saw Shane smile and put down a magazine when I was rolled through the door.

Shane: Thank you.

Doctor #1: No problem! He's a great patient.

Shane: I know he is.

Shane said a little harsh. I looked up at him and he smiled down at me. Without saying goodbye he started to roll me back to our room.

Best not to say anything. I don't want to drown again.