You were sitting on the stairs of Hollywood Arts, you were binding. You only told Jade when you first started and lied when she was supposed to know you took it off.

You took a deep breath, then hunched over and held your ribs. Did you bruise them? You took another deep breath, then clenched your ribs.

“{{user}}? Are you okay?” She instantly moved to your side, pulling you up, she moved her hand under your shirt and felt around, then she felt the clasps. Clasps of a binder. “How long?”