Guiding Sophie to the kitchen, Mikey prepared her a meal. Although he was making it small so Sophie wouldn't freak and actually eat, he was determined to pack as much nutrients into it as possible. Deciding to make a smoothie, he grabbed some berries from the fridge and started chopping. Adding peeled apple slices, raspberries, blueberries, and strawberries into the blender with plain soy yogurt and soy milk, adding a scoop of protein powder, he started the blender.

Sophie quickly tried to add all the calories in that one smoothie. About twenty-five calories in the blueberries, about sixteen in the raspberries, twelvish in the strawberries. That was pretty low, but she knew the yogurt and soy milk added about two hundred calories. If she could get out of her father's sight tonight, she'd definitely do extra ninja training to burn the calories off, since she couldn't purge it.

As Mikey handed her the glass, he saw the trepidation and hesitancy in her first sip. Sophie's mind kept swirling, reminding her of the calories and conflicting textures in her mouth she had come to hate. Suddenly, she started coughing hard. Mikey, thinking she was simply choking grabbed another glass, filling it with water, and while turning back to hand it to her, could see she was gone. He soon heard gagging sounds from outside the lair.

His heart broke in that instant. He was watching his daughter slip away from him, and there was nothing he felt he could do. Hearing the noise Leo came into the kitchen, and started a moment at Mikey and the almost full glass of smoothie. As soon as Mikey saw Leo, he broke down. Leo grabbed his brother into a hug, soothing him with comforting words. "I can't lose her Leo, she's all I have left of Marie." Mikey blubbered as he cried.

"It'll be ok Mikey. We're not gonna let that happen. We'll get her to see what she's doing is wrong." Leo soothed him as they both heard the lair door open a minute later and watched as Sophie went into her room, the door slamming behind her.

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In her room, Sophie went to switch on the stereo so she could cry in peace, but the hissing soon reminded her of the small guest in her bedroom. Instead, she switched out the cds in the stereo, choosing classical instrumental. She knew right away that Thomas was listening because immediately his hissing stopped and he uncovered his ears. Taking a small round cracker from her binging stash and approaching the boy, she held it out. "Thomas." She said clearly as the small boy looked up at her eyes, where she held the cracker.

He giggled as Sophie handed him the cracker and looked at it for a moment, appreciating it's roundness before taking a small bite. "You're so lucky Thomas. When you're bored, you can escape from this world into your own. The older I get, the smaller and less available my imaginary world becomes." She sighed, as she looked to the boy, who was now playing with the wheels of a truck Donnie had fixed up for him.

Gazing among her bookshelf for a book to entertain herself with, her hand drifted to the green, bejeweled picture frame that showed a picture of her with Jasmine. She smiled, they both looked so happy in that picture. She remembered the day the photo was taken. It was at Jasmine's 5th birthday party. It had been a simple get together at the farm house, just their family and hers. This photo showed Sophie and Jasmine, who was holding up the toy microphone she had gotten from Sophie as a gift.

A few tears came out of Sophie's eyes. As far as she knew, she wasn't even able to talk to Jasmine right now, let alone see her, so there was no point in calling. Suddenly she heard a knock at the door, and she reluctantly opened it. It was her purple clad uncle carrying the smoothie in one hand and his blue med satchel in the other. Sophie now knew this was her choice, and there was no way out.

Reaching into the satchel, Donnie pulled out a small syringe. She knew from the first time she had been forced to take the IV, it was a sedative. That first time she had been administered that, she had pleaded with her uncle beforehand not to make her take the IV, fearing the IV fluid would make her fat. He sternly, but kindly said that if she refused to eat food, he would have no choice. She had fought with her uncle, even swinging her kamas out of desperation. She of course was easily overpowered and immediately given the sedative. When she awoke about 8 hours later, she was hooked up to the IV machine. She had thrown a fit then, ripping it out of her arm and ending up with a bad infection that had left her in bed for a week and needing to receive not only IV fluid, but also IV antibiotics.

She wasn't gonna freak out this time. Removing her sweater, she allowed her uncle to inject the sedative. It was a hard choice, but she knew she wouldn't be able to stomach the shake or risk a binging/purging session. Donnie, of course was surprised. His niece wasn't scared of needles, but figured she'd choose anything else than an IV, which allowed him to give her the precise amount of fluids she needed. That, in itself was a big step, whether she knew it or not. She had just trusted him enough to give him control of her problem.

With a hint of regret, he slowly injected the sedative. Before falling back on her bed in unconsciousness, she uttered something. "Take care of Thomas Uncle Don...nie" She said, immediately having her head fall back onto the pillow of her bed.