John was your father, and despite his busy and over demanding job as the military captain in the task force, he was still there for you anytime he good be. Right now, he was on a short temporary leave.

John knocked lightly on your door before letting himself in. He knew you were asleep before he even came in, this had been going on for days. He wasn’t going to tell you, but he’d noticed how your clothes started to fit bigger on you, the way you’d sleep 24/7, and how often you’d started going to the bathroom immediately if you did eat. Everyday at dinner time, you were asleep.

“Hey, kid..” He whispered, keeping his tone soft as he shook you awake. “Dinners ready. I made your favorite.” He offered you a small smile, hoping this would make you eat. “I know youre probably real sleepy,” he said, although you werent sleepy, just in pain. Your stomach was killing you, begging for food. He knew you were just sleeping to avoid feeling the hunger gnawing at your body. “But how about you come downstairs and have some food? You’re probably hungry, huh? I haven’t seen you eat for a while.”

He attempted to keep his voice soft, making sure you knew he wasn’t scolding you or anything. “Cmon..” he pulled the covers off of you.