Seven minutes until they have to leave, Patrick steps on the scale and gasps when he sees the number

118.9 lbs
  He feels lightheaded and happy, his throat is on fire but he could care less. He hit his goal. He still felt fat when he looked in the mirror, even though his face was hollow and his collarbones were poking out of his v-neck grey shirt. His legs were trembling and if he wanted he could probably count his ribs through the grey fabric. He heard Pete yelling his name so he rushed out of the room and hid that pain in his stomach with the worlds most convincing fake smile.