When Patrick wakes up his vision is blinded by bright white lights flickering above him, he pushes the black frames that had slipped off back to the bridge of his nose and looks up. His soft blue-green eyes are met with serious whiskey brown orbs and a deathly glare. The stench of vomit is still lingering in the air, so he doesn't know what excuse there is for that and also there was blood the floor. Patrick knew that even though he patched up the cuts and had a pair of navy-blue boxers on Pete would still know that he fucked up.
"I—" Patrick began but was cut off by Pete's glare "Anorexia Nervosa is an eating disorder characterized by immoderate food restriction,  an unhealthy obsession with having a thin figure and an irrational  fear of weight gain, amongst other things" then Pete pauses "and Bulimia Nervosa, an eating disorder characterized by binge eating and, the one I've noticed that you're far more familiar with, purging". Patrick's heart stops, his breath quickens and he tries to stand up but his weak body refuses to follow the actions that his brain ordered it to oblige. "I—" Patrick tries to whisper but is again interrupted "save it, I know everything Patrick, I found your stupid Ana diary, your fucking blades—" Pete's voice cracks "I found your t—texts to Ryan fucken' R—Ross, you asked him how he did it" Patrick winces at the sudden volume change of Pete's voice.
You fucked up Patrick. you are a big fat fuck up. He draws his knees to his chest and hugs them to him and mumbles "I'm not fat, shut up". Pete's warm brown eyes gaze over Patrick's body, his skin has turned sickly pale and his hair is broken and thin, he's a bit hunched over and his spine is sticking out (Pete guessed that Patrick weight was somewhere around 120 lbs. He was so wrong, overnight Patrick's weight had sunk down to 107 lbs) Patrick's fingers were boney and long, like Mikey's Pete thought to himself as he cupped Patrick's cheek "why are you doing this?" Pete's voice sounded broken, he didn't even try to stop himself from crying when all Patrick replied with "I wanna be beautiful". Pete holds Patrick's shaking hands with his own, Patrick looks at him expressing no emotion but his eyes are full of fear. "You have always been beautiful ''Trick" Pete whispers. Patrick's poker face  falls, and he collapses into  tears. Its the hysterical kind of sobbing that feels like it's about to break the smaller boy apart. Pete wraps his arms around him and they're pulling him close, and Pete's low voice whispers sweet things while his fingers run up and down Patrick's back, hoping it will calm him. Patrick  buries  his  face in the crook of Pete's neck like he was  crafted just to be there.

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pete found out and whats gojng to happen??? wowwwieeee i want to kill myself