A/N: Okay, so I feel super motivated and I actually am developing a story in my head here, so LET'S DO THIS.

Your [E/C] eyes fluttered open to the radiant sunlight slanting through your window. You heard someone shift behind you in a chair and a cold chill ran up your spine. You sat there, terrified for a few moments before remembering where you were and who you were with. You relaxed and turned around to find Jack sitting bolt upright. Your movement appeared to have startled him.

"[Y-Y/N]..." he stuttered, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. He was frozen for a few moments before lunging at you for a hug. You sat shocked for a second before hugging back just as fiercely. "You're alive..." he mumbled repeatedly, never letting you out of his arms. You were lost in the comfort of his touch. You closed your eyes and breathed in before mustering enough strength to reply, "I'm fine."

He pulled back and smiled at you with childlike glee. "She speaks!!" he mocked, his hands resting on your shoulders. "Shut up." you laughed and pushed him lightly on the shoulder. He just smiled at you, scanning your face. He pulled you unexpectedly in for one more fleeting hug before settling back into his chair. Then you suddenly fell into a cold sweat.

Nerves racked your body as your face was drained of the little colour it had gained from waking up. He was going to stay. He was going to know. He was going to know about your problem. He'd think you were a freak. An absolute freak. You started shaking as a few stray tears slipped from your eyes. Memories flooded back to you. When you finally snapped out of your ordeal, you saw Jack sitting right in front of you, shaking you.

He looked terrified.

"[Y/N]! [Y/N] are you okay?!" he shouted.

"I'm fine!" you yelled back much harsher than you had intended. "I'm fine..." You repeated as Jack relaxed slightly at the foot of your bed. He was definitely still on edge, but he knew better than to ask. Jack shook his head and sat back on his chair. "Jack, could you please get me some food?"

He looked relieved at having something to do. "Sure, what do you want?"

"Hotcakes from McDonald's." Just the idea of that many calories made your stomach churn. Jack smiled at you. "Of course," he said, "I'll be back in 10." You smiled and nodded before Jack snatched up his keys and wallet and made his way out of the door. As soon as he was out if earshot, you screamed for the nurse with all your strength. You felt yourself getting weaker. You could fake it for Jack, but that was it.

A rather heavy nurse with auburn hair rushed into the room. "Yes miss?" she asked rather alarmed, "Is something wrong?"

"Yes," you replied and ripped the covers off of you, "I need to go home as soon as possible. I need to get out of here before he comes back. I need my diagnosis." You made an attempt to stand before crashing to the floor. The nurse rushed over to you and practically lifted you back on the bed. "I'll do everything I can miss." You nodded, glancing absently at the clock. A few moments later the nurse was gone and you were left in another lonely silence.

A couple seconds later a doctor burst into the room. She hovered over you for a few moments before stating that she was there to tell you your diagnosis. You sat up straighter at her announcement and said, "Please hurry because I need out of here fast." The doctor smiled knowingly at you.

"You are severely undernourished young lady... Although I think you already knew that." You looked determinedly at the white floor. You mumbled a reply under your breath as the doctor continued. "We will give you a chance to turn this around. You will be given 3 months before you come back here to be weighed. If you check out as healthy, then you will need no further visits. If not, then you will need to be fed by us. Now, I personally wouldn't want that, so I would suggest eating balanced meals."

You nodded grudgingly. "Then you are free to go." The doctor said, looking rather satisfied with herself. You grinned, but before you could attempt to stand again, the doctor turned around. "Oh," she said, "one more thing. There's a wheelchair next to the bed to help you get around for a while and your clothes are right on top of it.. It's lucky you came here when you did, otherwise who knows what might have happened." You know what might have happened, you're the fucking doctor, you thought angrily, but you smiled at her through gritted teeth and nodded again.

Once she had exited the room you grabbed your clothes, set them on your lap, maneuvered yourself into the wheelchair, and wrestled your legs into your pants. You slipped your [F/C] hoodie on over the hospital gown and practically tore it off from underneath. You had a habit of changing in the open in a way nobody could see anything. You set the old gown on the painfully white bed. You sighed and wheeled your way down the halls to the entrance, avoiding patients and doctors all the while.

In a few seconds, Jack pulled up to the glass doors. Even the entry smelled of bleach. He spotted you and rushed over, clutching a paper McDonald's bag in his hand. "You're out!" he shouted in delight. You smiled. "Yep! Now I can leave this godforsaken place." Jack laughed at you before he helped you get into his passenger seat. After a while of fighting with it, he finally got the wheelchair to collapse to fit in the trunk. He got into the drivers seat with beads of sweat lining his forehead. You fought back laughter.

He gave you a 'what's so funny' look before you began making your way back to your apartment. On the way there you two made small talk. When Jack asked what your diagnosis was, you said that you had gotten a migraine and hurt your knees when you fell. He nodded and moved on to the next topic. You let out a breath that you didn't know you'd been holding. That was one less problem you had to deal with.

Once you had gotten to your apartment complex Jack got the wheelchair back out (with less difficulty this time). "At least my apartment is on the first floor," you joked. Jack laughed. "Yeah," he commented, "it would suck if you lived up higher." You nodded before Jack and you fell into an uncomfortable silence. It lasted only a moment, however, due to the fact that Jack broke it by saying, "If you ever need anything, call me."

You smirked up at him. "Well, I'll need to call you soon for that stupid project bullshit anyway." Jack's eyes widened before he groaned. "I had almost forgotten." You giggled and said, "You're welcome! Haha!... bye Jack." He smiled at you. "Bye [Y/N]." You waved from your wheelchair as he drove off. You continued waving even after he had disappeared from view. You sat staring after his car for a few moments before turning back to the weeks of challenges you knew were ahead.

A/N: YO YO YO! Another chapter in 2 days! I'm doing pretty good! Don't expect much more... this chapter is probs crap because I did it at like midnight, but ya know. Goodbye my fellow potatoes!