I can heal, I can do CPR, I can even identify most illnesses! But you, Nico, I still struggle to help.

You haven’t been eating, I can tell. You’re getting skinny and have terribly low energy.

I can only assume it’s an eating disorder, but even with knowing that it’s been hard to help you- not that you wanted me to. But it’s my duty as your doctor and boyfriend to help.

“Come on just one bite. Please.” I beg, us sitting on your bunk while I was trying to get you to eat a spoonful of soup.