Ribs poking out of pale almost translucent skin, well toned muscles now replaced with bone covered in skin and nothing else and dark bags under crystal green eyes now dimmed with exhaustion was the sight greeting Chiron and Grover in the morning apparently. Food was forced down my throat as the mere thought of food caused an unhappy lurch in my stomach, slowly as the weeks progressed I was allowed outside to build up my muscle as long as someone was watching I didn't over do it (tried multiple times) and weight seemed to pile on again until I was only 9 stone but better than the 5 stone I was. Campers and Annabeth included watched on with curiosity as my dramatic depression and rehab provided much entertainment to gossip, it took several more weeks until I was at peak form again. Then Annabeth wanted me back apologising about what happened I did the only thing I could. Turn her down, to prove how much she hurt me and what it felt like to have that happen. We remained friends after to get together again a few years later...