she couldn't see her hip bones, she couldn't see her hipbones,
she couldn't
see her
h i p b o n e s.

they'd taken her into their home, given her a change of clothes, and questioned her about her non-existent life.

but she'd excused herself to change in the bathroom, staring at her discolored reflection. and once his shirt was off, she critiqued herself, the way he'd critique his paintings.

she couldn't see her hipbones.

and the vile retching sounds that ryker had heard outside of the door were too loud.