Alright the third one. I don't know if I'm done writing in this, but for now I am. I own nothing so peace out and read.
"Okay, this is weird," Aunt Phoebe said walking into the kitchen one morning.
"I know," I said sadly, "Mark has the stomach flu and I'm trying to find something he can eat without making him puke more."
"Hello Phoebe," Mark said making his way into the kitchen.
"Mark," I said leading him into a chair, "I told you to stay in bed."
"I know hunny," he said grimacing, "But I was hoping to get some Ginger Ale or something like that."
"I'll see what we have," I said walking to the fridge.
"Mark," Aunt Phoebe said feeling his forehead, "You're hot."
"Thank you, but I'm gay and in love with you nephew," he said as he started to chuckle but they turned into a coughing fit.
"Damn it Mark," I said quickly handing him some Ginger Ale, "Why didn't you listen to me and stay in bed?"
"Chris," Mark said finally done coughing, "I'm fine. It's just a little twenty-four hour stomach flu."
"When was the last time you eat something?" Aunt Phoebe asked concern filling her voice.
"I haven't eaten in a few days," he said shrugging slightly.
"Mark," I said surprised, "You said you stopped that!"
"He said he stopped what?" Aunt Phoebe said cautiously.
"He said he stopped not eating because he thought he was fat!" I yelled angrily.
"You're doing what?!?" she yelled jumping up.
"It's nothing," Mark said getting up.
"That's a lie!" I said gently pushing Mark back down, "You're trying to kill yourself."
"No I'm not," he said calmly.
"Then why aren't you eating?" I asked desperately.
"Chris," he said getting up again, "It's nothing, I promise."
"Then tell me why you aren't eating," I said staring him in the eye.
"Drop it Chris," he said calmly.
"Not until you tell me," I said angrily.
"It's nothing," he said before falling to the ground throwing up.
"Chris go get Leo and Piper," Aunt Phoebe said kneeling by Marks side.
