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KATIE'S POV

Beep.

Beep.

My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the bright light that was surrounding me. I blinked a couple of times, my eyelids each feeling like they weighed a thousand pounds. When I could see normally, I sat up and turned slightly to gaze at my surroundings.

Was I in a hospital?

It had to be. The room was austere and painted white, I was lying down in probably the most uncomfortable bed ever, and to my right I could see an IV and a heart monitor. But wait, those things were only for really sick people…

What the hell had just happened?

I heard a small grunt, and turned to see Kendall stretching and yawning in a small chair next to my head. When he saw that I was awake, his eyes widened.

"Katie!" he exclaimed, leaning forward and gripping me in a tight hug. After a few minutes, he pulled back and held my shoulders at arms length. "Shit, Katie, don't you ever do that to me again." His face looked tired, as if he hadn't slept for a while.

"Kendall, what happened?" My voice was a whisper.

"I think I should be the one asking you that question." Kendall's expression was completely serious now. "Katie, why didn't you tell us you were anorexic? How could you do that to yourself for so long?"

My mouth went completely dry, and I looked down at my hands, which were clasped nervously in my lap. "I'm not…anorexic…" I mumbled. It didn't sound at all convincing.

"Katie, don't even try to get out of this. The proof is all there, and the doctors confirmed it. Don't you realize how serious this it? You could have made yourself even sicker! You could have died-" Kendall cut off abruptly, and I noticed his eyes were wet.

"I-" My voice trailed off. I had no idea what to say. What were you supposed to say after being (rightfully) accused of being anorexic? Thankfully, just then a doctor came in.

"Katie Knight?" He asked. I nodded.

"Well, we did a few quick tests, and you have dangerously low blood sugar and electrolyte levels, as well as a severe lack of sleep. We put you on an IV and gave you some medication for sleeping, so you look a lot better than when you first came in. In fact, you should be cleared for leaving by tomorrow. However-" at this point the doctor looked up from his clipboard and right at me. "-there's a much bigger problem that we need to address."

The doctor sat in a chair at the foot of my bed. "Katie, how long have you been anorexic for?" Once again, my mouth was uncomfortably dry. It was the feeling you get when you know you've been caught doing something terrible and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it.

Deny it deny it deny it.

If you say you aren't then you can go home and throw up what's left of all that fat that somehow a week of starving yourself and throwing up didn't get rid of.

Do NOT let them hind out about our little secret, Katie.

"I'm not anorexic."

The doctor raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat.

"Okay, this is going to be a little harder than I thought. Katie, I'm going to sign you up for a couple sessions for a psychologist that specializes in eating disorders. She's going to help you get rid of your problem and learn how to properly treat and think about yourself.

"But I don't have an eating disorder!"

"Ms. Knight, based on what your friends and brother have told me and the blood tests we did on you as well severely underweight BMI, I can conclude that you most definitely have an eating disorder, and we are going to get you the help you need. Now, if that will be all, I have another patient to attend to." With that, the doctor got up and left the room. I turned to Kendall for help, but he was looking at me concernedly.

"Katie, you can't keep denying that you have a serious problem!"

I felt myself begin to tear up. "I'm only trying to make myself better," I mumbled. Suddenly, I was enveloped in another bone-crushing hug.

"You don't need to make yourself any better," Kendall whispered into my ear. "You are perfect just as you are. How you look isn't important at all, and it doesn't even matter because you're my baby sister and I love you and-" Kendall's voice was cut off again, this time by tears. "-and I'm going to help you through this. You're going to get better, I promise."

I felt a tear run down my cheek, and I cursed myself inwardly for being so weak. But Kendall's little speech had made me feel wanted. Loved. Ad if I mattered, and I really had a chance to get better.

He's lying. He's just saying that because you're his sister. Being thin and beautiful is well worth the pain it causes you. Even Kendall agrees.

Short chapter. And not one of my best.

Guys, I'm really sorry for not updating. And you all have been so great, reviewing and favoriting even when my wiring wasn't even that good. And I really appreciate it. I just have so much writer's block it isn't even funny.

Hopefully the next chapter will come much faster!

I really hope I haven't lost any readers.

Thanks for reading!