~!Author'sNote!~ I'm actually pretty excited for this chapter myself, so I'll get right down to it. First, I just want to thank all you guys for reading and reviewing it means a lot. xoxo, Aly.

(Alex's POV)

"Anorexic."

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped.

"Zack," I said. "Can we have a minute?"

Zack nodded and left the room.

"Why? I mean, really. Why?" I said.

"I dunno." Annabeth whispered. "It started as a stress thing and then it just got worse."

"Stress?" I asked.

"My dad dying, and my mom being a bitch, and school, and stuff like that. It got to me and I just stopped eating. And I mean, look at me! I'm fat." She said.

"No!" I nearly yelled. "Annabeth, never ever say that about yourself. You're beautiful."

"No I'm not." She whispered.

I grabbed her face, "Yes, you really are! The only person who can't see that, is yourself. You're beautiful."

Tears began leaking from her eyes and I wiped them from her cheeks.

"Listen," I lowered my voice. "I really mean this, babe. You. Are. Beautiful."

Annabeth smiled softly. "Thank you."

"So, Annie, are you done with this whole thing? Anorexia." I said.

She cringed at the word.

"Sorry." I whispered.

"No, it's fine. It's just, hard to think about. I mean, I have the problem but I can't even talk about it." She said. "But, yes, I am ready to be done. You have to understand, though, that it's not easy to quit this. I'll fuck up a lot, but you can't get mad at me, okay?"

"I won't get mad. I promise." I assured her.

"Thank you." She said. "So, when can I go home?"

"I don't know. Let me go check." I kissed her forehead before heading to the nurses station to ask about her going home.

As I walked out, Zack walked in.

"Um, excuse me." I said to one of the nurses.

"Yes?" She said.

"Um, it's about Annabeth." I began. "Do you know when she can go home?"

"The doctor is working on her paperwork now. She may be able to go home tonight."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

"Of course." She smiled warmly.

I walked back into the room. "Tonight, possibly."

"Annabeth?" A man asked from the doorway.

"Yes, Dr Jamison?" Annabeth said.

"As soon as you sign these papers, you're free to go." He handed her a clipboard and pen.

"Thanks." She signed the papers quickly and handed the clipboard back to the doctor.

"Alright." Dr Jamison said. "As soon as you're ready, you can go."

"Thank you." We said when he left the room.

Annabeth threw the sheet off of her and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

She hopped up and started swaying.

I grabbed her waist, "You okay?"

"Yeah, just dizzy, and tired." She said.

I nodded.

"Can you get my clothes from the little closet-deal?" She asked.

"The dresser?" I asked.

"Yeah, whatever it's called."

I opened the drawer and pulled out her t-shirt and shorts that the nurses had folded and put away.

"Thanks. Now, can you help me get dressed?"

"Of course." I said.

She tossed the oversize gown aside, I was holding her shoulders to keep her balanced.

I helped her pull her shirt on and she sat down to put her shorts on.

I put her tennis shoes on for her and she thanked me.

"I feel like a baby or something." She complained. "But, I don't even care. I just want out of here."

"Well we can go, if you're ready." I said.

She nodded.

I helped her stand up off the bed. "Alright?"

She nodded again.

I held her waist tightly and we walked into the waiting room.

"Hey." She said to Zack.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" He ran up and hugged her.

"Yeah, me too." She laughed.

"Let's get outta here."