Not very long, but I like it. Hope you do too!
Warnings: Anorexia/Bulimia. Some cuss words and talk of homosexual relationships.
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"Hello, Wes," Dr. Ryan smiled looking over my shirtless form.
Nodding from my position on the couch I did my best to resist the urge to cover myself up. Travis had pointed out that Dr. Ryan had to know what was going on so it was for the best that I not put on a shirt.
Saying that I was uncomfortable was an understatement, but I was so tired. I had been tired for days. Weeks really. Just so tired. I couldn't bring myself to fight the dark-skinned man.
Actually that was something I felt a lot lately. So tired of everything. I just wanted to go to sleep and ever wake up. I don't know why. I hated not doing things I had to be productive in everything I did. I'd always been like that.
Except lately. I had no idea what was going on with me. In the back of my mind I knew that was a bad thing, that I should be worried about this, but I honestly had no idea why.
As I sat there I felt myself start to shake. I was so cold. Why was it so cold? Both Travis and I hated the cold. That wasn't right. Travis hated the cold and I had been so cold I was shaking.
I was always like that when I didn't eat. So I didn't fight when my partner wanted it hot. Or fight him at all, but that was besides the point. Right now though it was freezing. Still, I didn't, couldn't move.
That problem was solved when a blanket was wrapped around my shoulders. I looked behind me and saw a worried Travis fixing the blanket. I gave him a confused look, but tugged the blanket closer to me.
Why did Travis look so worried? Had something happened and I just didn't know? Did someone get hurt or something? Was that why Dr. Ryan was here? To tell me someone was hurt?
Blinking a few times I curled into myself hiding my head under the blanket. It was starting to hurt. Everything was starting to hurt. I took a shaky breath and tried to curl tighter.
All of this had to go away. It needed to go away. Then everything would be fine. Everything would be fine as soon as…Wait…What was going on again? Why were Travis and Dr. Ryan in my home?
"Wes," Dr. Ryan spoke resting a hand on my shoulder, "Tell me what today is."
"It's…" I started my voice shaking almost as much as my body, "I don't know."
"Where are we?"
"My home? What's going on? Travis?"
Dr. Ryan moved out of my line of sight only to have Travis take it a moment later. I watched a hand come forward and rest on my knee as the worried expression grew. His lips started to move, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.
All I could focus on was how warm his hand was. It was the warmest thing I had felt in a long time. So long. I had to keep the warmth with me. Why couldn't I be that warm? I just wanted to be warm.
Without thinking I reached out and took the hand on my knee in mine. Everything seemed to have slowed down as I tried to pull Travis to me. Normally that wasn't a problem.
The older man was a little stronger than me, but I always held my own against him. This time it was like I didn't have enough strength to even lift my hand. What was going on?
Blinking a few times I tried to figure out what was going on. What was making everything so fuzzy? Unless…Did Travis always look like that? Was he supposed to be out of focus like that?
Maybe my eyes were acting up or something like that. I should really go see an eye doctor. Though I had seen him right before the case had started. Could he have missed something?
"Wes," a voice called, "Wes!"
I could hear my name being called, but I had no idea who was talking or even where the voice came from. It was like I was underwater. My heart started to beat faster as I thought about what was going on.
Was I sick or something? I needed…I needed some air. Something to clear my mind and help my breathe. Going outside had always helped me in the past. It would help me.
I attempted to stand up and get away from everything, but I didn't get very far. Before I could even stand up fully I felt my knees buckle under me and I fell into someone.
I should know who was holding me, shouldn't I? I know I knew them, but I couldn't think. I couldn't do anything as my chest suddenly tightened leaving me panting for breath.
"Wes!" the voice yelled, "Call…Now!"
I opened my eyes as much as I could focusing on the blue eyes staring down at me. Those eyes were beautiful. Why did they look so worried though? Nothing that beautiful should ever look like that.
It was wrong on so many levels. I tried to open my mouth to say something, to comfort those eyes, but instead of speaking a weak wheeze came from me. What was happening?
The world started to fade as I felt myself be lifted, but all I could see were those eyes. Nothing else seemed to matter to me. I just needed to be able to see those beautiful eyes.
Weakly I lifted my hand trying to touch the person connected to those eyes, but I could barely move. Luckily the person seemed to know what I was doing and took my hand into theirs.
I watched as three hands were brought into my line of vision. Two of the hands were dark, strong while the other was pale, fragile. Wait, was that…Was it possible that the pale hand was mine? No, I'd never let myself look so weak.
I had to be strong. For my job, for Alex, for Travis…Travis! That was who the blue eyes belonged to! That didn't make sense. I could never forget my partner. No matter what I cared about the older man. Didn't I? As I thought that the world faded to black.