you just finished eating and ran to the bathroom... I was suffering from Bulimia, and Leon, your best friend, knew it. As soon as Leon realized it, he ran to the bathroom with you "Breathe... Breathe..." He took you by the chin and made you look at him "everything is fine... here you are beautiful... you don't have to lose weight or do this to look "good"." After saying that, he hugged you warmly. I knew how to control your crises