This Story is built on facts I know about Anorexia and Bulimia.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I have birthday soon (Hoping) They belong to WB and NBC
"Why did you stop eating?"
"I stopped cause I realised that it was therefor I was treated so bad, they all though I was a lousy doctor. And I saw that they treated the thin doctors nicely, I guess I just wanted to get the same respect" He didn't understand why he was telling this girl about everything.
"I think they respected you" Amira only said. "Oh sorry, I have to go! Maybe we can talk later?"
"Yeah sure" He smiled shortly to her before she closed the door.
He threw himself on the bed and out his hands under his head, at the same moment there was another knock on the door.
"Enter" He said shortly. Molly opened the door,
"There is a phone call for you"
"Who?"
"He didn't say, he just wanted to speak with you" She threw him a cellar phone.
"Return it back to reception when you are finished"
"Sure" Molly closed the door behind herself.
"Hello?" Dave asked, who would call him here?
"Hello David" A dark voice replied. Dave knew that voice to well, it was his dad.
"What do you want?" He asked angrily
"Oh, I just wanted to hear how my son felt? Can't a father care about his son?" Dave heard clearly the irony in Ron Malucci's voice.
"I'm hanging up" Dave said in the phone
"I just want you to know that you forever will be a fucking screw up, and that you'll never will be anything, just like your fucking brothers." *CLICK* Dave stared at the phone, his father never could let him alone, wherever Dave was, his father would find a way to torture him.
He didn't bother returning the phone, just tried to sleep. Finally he managed to sleep, but it was far from a relaxing sleep.
The next morning Molly came and waked him up. He was soaked of sweat and was shaking
"Dave, it is breakfast"
"Noo, I'm tired, I wanna sleep."
"No way, up!" Molly walked over and drew the curtains aside, letting the sun filling the room.
Groggily he managed to get up, Molly looked at him,
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just fine" He lied, "Can you unlock the bathroom door?"
"Yes, but I will be waiting on the outside." He nodded, and walked into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, and it seemed like his body grew ten sizes. He spat down in the sink, his father was right, he would never be anything.
After the shower he felt a little better, but the phone call last night swirled around in his head, and he heard the words over and over again. As they came closer to the cafeteria he could smell the food, it smelled fat and all sorts of unhealthy things.
"Who was it that called you yesterday?" Molly asked, to start a conversation.
"My father" He answered shortly
"That was nice of him"
"Yeah"
"So what do you want to eat today?"
"What about hm..nothing!" He said, all he could think of was his father's words *Fucking screw up, never, fucking screw up, never*
He just sat down on the nearest table, without finding some food.
"Ok, then I'm gonna find you something" Molly walked over and returned with some toast and a apple.
Dave didn't move at all, he wouldn't be that fat guy that everyone laughed at, no way!
"We're sitting her till you have eaten at least two bites" Molly said.
He suddenly got a idea, and ate quickly two bites.
"Wow, that was a change!" Molly smiled,
"Can we go back now?"
"Yeah sure" They walked back to his room and he closed the door behind himself. When he sat there with the toast he had realised that he didn't need a toilette to throw up, Dave quickly opened the window and leant outside, and stuck his fingers down his throat.
He closed the window again, and he realised that another great way to lose weight was exercise.
He started doing sit-ups and push ups and continued with different exercises until someone knocked the door. He quickly found a magazine and sat down in the bed and pretended to read.
"Enter" He said shortly.
"Hey" Molly stepped into the room.
"Oh, you again!" He said, starting to get annoyed by her happy mood.
"Yepp, I just wondered if you want to let people to visit you?"
"Sure, if anyone bother" He turned a page and started pretend-read again.
"Ok then" Molly closed the door again.
And he continued doing exercises and throwing up outside the window the next days, and he saw that he looked better each day.
But Molly had seen that he was getting thinner and thinner, and he started getting big blue bags under his eyes.
Ten days after he arrived at the clinic she decided that he should be checked
"Were are we going?" Dave asked tiredly.
"Just the regular check up" Molly said
She opened the door for him and he stepped into a room he hadn't been in before.
"Dave Malucci I guess" A man in a white lab-coat asked,
"Yes" Dave replied not have the strength to say much more.
"I'm doctor Lawrence. Please step on the weight" The man said. Dave swallowed, but did as he was told. Doctor Lawrence looked at the numbers, and scribbled them down in a chart.
"Thanks Malucci" You can go back to your room now.
"Okay" Dave smiled, believing that he had pulled it through.
Molly came into the room, and for the first time since he had got here Dave was allowed to return to his room by himself.
"So how is it?" Molly asked when the door close behind him.
"Not to good I'm afraid, he have lost more weight. I want him connected to an IV. I also recommend either that someone sits with him, or restraints."
Molly nodded. "Do you set it up?"
"Yes, I'll just get the things and I will be right over. Molly, If you know anyone he would be glad to see, I recommend that you call them" Molly nodded.
Dave sat down on his bed and tried to catch his breath, man! It was exhausting to go all the way from the doctors office. Suddenly someone came in. He looked up and saw the doctor, who just had seen him.
"What can I do for you?" he swallowed.
"We have decided to insert an IV"
"An IV? Why?"
"It seems like you still are losing weight" The doctor said shortly.
"I don't want that!" Dave said loudly.
"Well I didn't give you a choice did I? You either can do it the easy way, or we will do the hard way: use restraints" The doctor said. Dave just stared at him, and finally he surrendered.
"I'll do as you say" He sat down on the bed, someway or another he would find a way out of this.
Molly picked up the phone book and dialled the number to Chicago County.
"ER, what can I do?" A female voice answered.
"Is Kerry Weaver there?"
"Sure, just hold on a sec." She heard the phone being put down and the same voice yelling for dr. Weaver.
"This is Dr. Weaver who is this?"
"Hello this is Molly Johnson, from the eating disorder clinic" Kerry froze she knew it, something was wrong. Molly continued
"I wondered if you knew a friend of Dave?"
"Why?" Kerry asked
"His condition isn't to good, and we need someone to make him smile, again"
"I need some time to think, is it okay that I call you later?"
"Yeah sure, but don't wait too long" Molly said. After hanging up Kerry looked around, who would be the best one to send to Dave?
Luka? Nah, he was a little to serious, and she didn't think they were such good friends.
Carter? That was a possibility, he had also had a hard time. Maybe.
Benton? She smiled of the thought, they weren't exactly good friends
Who else was possible? Jing-Mei? Randi?
Thanks for all reviews they keep me writing!!
Disclaimer: Not mine, I have birthday soon (Hoping) They belong to WB and NBC
"Why did you stop eating?"
"I stopped cause I realised that it was therefor I was treated so bad, they all though I was a lousy doctor. And I saw that they treated the thin doctors nicely, I guess I just wanted to get the same respect" He didn't understand why he was telling this girl about everything.
"I think they respected you" Amira only said. "Oh sorry, I have to go! Maybe we can talk later?"
"Yeah sure" He smiled shortly to her before she closed the door.
He threw himself on the bed and out his hands under his head, at the same moment there was another knock on the door.
"Enter" He said shortly. Molly opened the door,
"There is a phone call for you"
"Who?"
"He didn't say, he just wanted to speak with you" She threw him a cellar phone.
"Return it back to reception when you are finished"
"Sure" Molly closed the door behind herself.
"Hello?" Dave asked, who would call him here?
"Hello David" A dark voice replied. Dave knew that voice to well, it was his dad.
"What do you want?" He asked angrily
"Oh, I just wanted to hear how my son felt? Can't a father care about his son?" Dave heard clearly the irony in Ron Malucci's voice.
"I'm hanging up" Dave said in the phone
"I just want you to know that you forever will be a fucking screw up, and that you'll never will be anything, just like your fucking brothers." *CLICK* Dave stared at the phone, his father never could let him alone, wherever Dave was, his father would find a way to torture him.
He didn't bother returning the phone, just tried to sleep. Finally he managed to sleep, but it was far from a relaxing sleep.
The next morning Molly came and waked him up. He was soaked of sweat and was shaking
"Dave, it is breakfast"
"Noo, I'm tired, I wanna sleep."
"No way, up!" Molly walked over and drew the curtains aside, letting the sun filling the room.
Groggily he managed to get up, Molly looked at him,
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just fine" He lied, "Can you unlock the bathroom door?"
"Yes, but I will be waiting on the outside." He nodded, and walked into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, and it seemed like his body grew ten sizes. He spat down in the sink, his father was right, he would never be anything.
After the shower he felt a little better, but the phone call last night swirled around in his head, and he heard the words over and over again. As they came closer to the cafeteria he could smell the food, it smelled fat and all sorts of unhealthy things.
"Who was it that called you yesterday?" Molly asked, to start a conversation.
"My father" He answered shortly
"That was nice of him"
"Yeah"
"So what do you want to eat today?"
"What about hm..nothing!" He said, all he could think of was his father's words *Fucking screw up, never, fucking screw up, never*
He just sat down on the nearest table, without finding some food.
"Ok, then I'm gonna find you something" Molly walked over and returned with some toast and a apple.
Dave didn't move at all, he wouldn't be that fat guy that everyone laughed at, no way!
"We're sitting her till you have eaten at least two bites" Molly said.
He suddenly got a idea, and ate quickly two bites.
"Wow, that was a change!" Molly smiled,
"Can we go back now?"
"Yeah sure" They walked back to his room and he closed the door behind himself. When he sat there with the toast he had realised that he didn't need a toilette to throw up, Dave quickly opened the window and leant outside, and stuck his fingers down his throat.
He closed the window again, and he realised that another great way to lose weight was exercise.
He started doing sit-ups and push ups and continued with different exercises until someone knocked the door. He quickly found a magazine and sat down in the bed and pretended to read.
"Enter" He said shortly.
"Hey" Molly stepped into the room.
"Oh, you again!" He said, starting to get annoyed by her happy mood.
"Yepp, I just wondered if you want to let people to visit you?"
"Sure, if anyone bother" He turned a page and started pretend-read again.
"Ok then" Molly closed the door again.
And he continued doing exercises and throwing up outside the window the next days, and he saw that he looked better each day.
But Molly had seen that he was getting thinner and thinner, and he started getting big blue bags under his eyes.
Ten days after he arrived at the clinic she decided that he should be checked
"Were are we going?" Dave asked tiredly.
"Just the regular check up" Molly said
She opened the door for him and he stepped into a room he hadn't been in before.
"Dave Malucci I guess" A man in a white lab-coat asked,
"Yes" Dave replied not have the strength to say much more.
"I'm doctor Lawrence. Please step on the weight" The man said. Dave swallowed, but did as he was told. Doctor Lawrence looked at the numbers, and scribbled them down in a chart.
"Thanks Malucci" You can go back to your room now.
"Okay" Dave smiled, believing that he had pulled it through.
Molly came into the room, and for the first time since he had got here Dave was allowed to return to his room by himself.
"So how is it?" Molly asked when the door close behind him.
"Not to good I'm afraid, he have lost more weight. I want him connected to an IV. I also recommend either that someone sits with him, or restraints."
Molly nodded. "Do you set it up?"
"Yes, I'll just get the things and I will be right over. Molly, If you know anyone he would be glad to see, I recommend that you call them" Molly nodded.
Dave sat down on his bed and tried to catch his breath, man! It was exhausting to go all the way from the doctors office. Suddenly someone came in. He looked up and saw the doctor, who just had seen him.
"What can I do for you?" he swallowed.
"We have decided to insert an IV"
"An IV? Why?"
"It seems like you still are losing weight" The doctor said shortly.
"I don't want that!" Dave said loudly.
"Well I didn't give you a choice did I? You either can do it the easy way, or we will do the hard way: use restraints" The doctor said. Dave just stared at him, and finally he surrendered.
"I'll do as you say" He sat down on the bed, someway or another he would find a way out of this.
Molly picked up the phone book and dialled the number to Chicago County.
"ER, what can I do?" A female voice answered.
"Is Kerry Weaver there?"
"Sure, just hold on a sec." She heard the phone being put down and the same voice yelling for dr. Weaver.
"This is Dr. Weaver who is this?"
"Hello this is Molly Johnson, from the eating disorder clinic" Kerry froze she knew it, something was wrong. Molly continued
"I wondered if you knew a friend of Dave?"
"Why?" Kerry asked
"His condition isn't to good, and we need someone to make him smile, again"
"I need some time to think, is it okay that I call you later?"
"Yeah sure, but don't wait too long" Molly said. After hanging up Kerry looked around, who would be the best one to send to Dave?
Luka? Nah, he was a little to serious, and she didn't think they were such good friends.
Carter? That was a possibility, he had also had a hard time. Maybe.
Benton? She smiled of the thought, they weren't exactly good friends
Who else was possible? Jing-Mei? Randi?
Thanks for all reviews they keep me writing!!