Goliath, gently picking up his fallen friend, bellowed for Owen. Elisa didn't even stir when he picked her up, she was completely unconscious. Almost as soon as Goliath called for him, Owen showed up in the corridor.. Taking one glance at Elisa's form, he ordered Goliath to follow him to the infirmary. Once there, doctors and nurses took over, taking Elisa and laying her on a bed. They began testing, and had the staff hook Elisa up to IV's. Owen motioned for Goliath to follow him into the next room to explain.
"The Detective is suffering from a disease called anorexia. It is both psychological and physical. For weeks it seems, Elisa has been depriving her body of almost all food, leading to her present physical state. Her collapse was caused by the fact that she really has no energy left in her body at all. In a way, it's a good thing that it happened when it did. Any longer with her so called "diet" she could have died."
Goliath took the explanation in, not fully comprehending it all. "I thought you said it also effected her mind?"
"Yes, I did. Elisa took on a mental state that wouldn't allow herself to eat. Obviously, we don't know what exactly triggered it. It could be anything really, only she can tell us, if she chooses too. The other effect is that she doesn't think she has a problem at all. She will deny everything until we can convince her otherwise. Only someone she trusts completely can get her to recover completely.You, Goliath, could really be her only chance at surviving."
Owen's final statements were a massive blow to Goliath. His Elisa? Dead? Why? Why would she do such a thing to herself? Seeing that Goliath was trying to process it all, Owen excused himself back into the exam room. Returning in a matter of minutes, Owen informed Goliath that Elisa was now conscious and that he could go in.
Entering the room, his eyes beheld Elisa, looking as though she could die at any instant. Approaching slowly, Goliath took a seat next to her bedside. Elisa finally turned her eyes toward him, full of anger
"Why am I here? What happened, and why are you looking at me like that? Nothing is wrong, I'm fine!"
Elisa tried to sit up and get out of bed. Goliath, eyes white, pushed her back down.
"Elisa! What is wrong with you? For weeks now, you've acted strangely, but now it's enough. There is definitely something wrong with you! Look at yourself!"
Goliath turned and ripped a small mirror off of the wall and shoved it into her face. Elisa shut turned her head, adamantly refusing anything was wrong. Still full of rage, he roared at her again.
"LOOK!"
Finally, Elisa slowly turned her head at looked at her reflection. Shaking hands reached up to touch her sick-looking face, as if seeing herself for the first time. Her sunken eyes stared back at her, and scanned the rest of her face. Her lips were thin and colorless, her cheeks gaunt and hollow. The once long and luxurious hair that hung from her head now looked thin, limp, and dull. Elisa closed her eyes, not wanting to see what she really had done to herself. Her control-freak attitude had nearly destroyed her, and only now was she seeing it. She covered her face with her hands and slowly began to sob.
Goliath now felt like a heartless beast. He had made his best friend in the whole world cry. He reached over and took her in his massive arms, feeling how rail-thin she really was. Elisa's sobs grew, wracking her whole body so hard that Goliath actually thought she might break. He softly stroked her hair, hoping to soothe her in any way.
Finally, Elisa's sobs stopped, and she looked up to him with red, swollen eyes.
"Goliath, I'm so sorry."
Goliath once again embraced her, softly speaking into her hair.
"Elisa, I do not know what caused this whole thing, nor do I need to know right now. The only thing I'm concerned about is you. You are priceless to this clan, to me. I need you, just as much as you need us right now. Your recovery will not be an easy one, but I will always be there for you from now on. I will never leave you to deal with your problems alone again."
Once again, Elisa pulled back and stared into his eyes.
"You promise?" she whispered.
"I promise."
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This story was based on an actual event. Please spread the message
about anorexia and what it really does to a person. Please feel
free to send comments to brynnmissy@yahoo.com
"The Detective is suffering from a disease called anorexia. It is both psychological and physical. For weeks it seems, Elisa has been depriving her body of almost all food, leading to her present physical state. Her collapse was caused by the fact that she really has no energy left in her body at all. In a way, it's a good thing that it happened when it did. Any longer with her so called "diet" she could have died."
Goliath took the explanation in, not fully comprehending it all. "I thought you said it also effected her mind?"
"Yes, I did. Elisa took on a mental state that wouldn't allow herself to eat. Obviously, we don't know what exactly triggered it. It could be anything really, only she can tell us, if she chooses too. The other effect is that she doesn't think she has a problem at all. She will deny everything until we can convince her otherwise. Only someone she trusts completely can get her to recover completely.You, Goliath, could really be her only chance at surviving."
Owen's final statements were a massive blow to Goliath. His Elisa? Dead? Why? Why would she do such a thing to herself? Seeing that Goliath was trying to process it all, Owen excused himself back into the exam room. Returning in a matter of minutes, Owen informed Goliath that Elisa was now conscious and that he could go in.
Entering the room, his eyes beheld Elisa, looking as though she could die at any instant. Approaching slowly, Goliath took a seat next to her bedside. Elisa finally turned her eyes toward him, full of anger
"Why am I here? What happened, and why are you looking at me like that? Nothing is wrong, I'm fine!"
Elisa tried to sit up and get out of bed. Goliath, eyes white, pushed her back down.
"Elisa! What is wrong with you? For weeks now, you've acted strangely, but now it's enough. There is definitely something wrong with you! Look at yourself!"
Goliath turned and ripped a small mirror off of the wall and shoved it into her face. Elisa shut turned her head, adamantly refusing anything was wrong. Still full of rage, he roared at her again.
"LOOK!"
Finally, Elisa slowly turned her head at looked at her reflection. Shaking hands reached up to touch her sick-looking face, as if seeing herself for the first time. Her sunken eyes stared back at her, and scanned the rest of her face. Her lips were thin and colorless, her cheeks gaunt and hollow. The once long and luxurious hair that hung from her head now looked thin, limp, and dull. Elisa closed her eyes, not wanting to see what she really had done to herself. Her control-freak attitude had nearly destroyed her, and only now was she seeing it. She covered her face with her hands and slowly began to sob.
Goliath now felt like a heartless beast. He had made his best friend in the whole world cry. He reached over and took her in his massive arms, feeling how rail-thin she really was. Elisa's sobs grew, wracking her whole body so hard that Goliath actually thought she might break. He softly stroked her hair, hoping to soothe her in any way.
Finally, Elisa's sobs stopped, and she looked up to him with red, swollen eyes.
"Goliath, I'm so sorry."
Goliath once again embraced her, softly speaking into her hair.
"Elisa, I do not know what caused this whole thing, nor do I need to know right now. The only thing I'm concerned about is you. You are priceless to this clan, to me. I need you, just as much as you need us right now. Your recovery will not be an easy one, but I will always be there for you from now on. I will never leave you to deal with your problems alone again."
Once again, Elisa pulled back and stared into his eyes.
"You promise?" she whispered.
"I promise."
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This story was based on an actual event. Please spread the message
about anorexia and what it really does to a person. Please feel
free to send comments to brynnmissy@yahoo.com