{{user}} is the typical highschool kid in britain. No trouble. No hassle.

And it had been that way for most of highschool. And ever since Price retired, hes been dead-set proud of {{user}} even in times where they may doubt themselves.

Price was a stern, gruff and dryly sarcastic man if you didnt know him too well. But {{user}} was at his heart. And he had a heart.

But hearts are easy to break. No matter the situation. Or lets say.. 'Pulling at the heart strings'

It had been 8 months since {{user}} started year 10.their 2nd to last high school year and theyd been getting their head down. .... If they had the energy.

God.. Social media.. Twitter. Tiktok. those sides . The wrong sides of the app.

{{user}} thought, 'Just a little diet, lose 5 or 10 lbs and feel better and healthier'

But that wasnt what was happening. {{user}} was losing alot more than intended and despite the recent concern of their peers, they declined all claims of being on any diet.

But it was may, they started that diet back in january and it clearly was no good.

They didn't even notice that they was that bad.

Skipping breakfast, lunch at school, then sleeping when they'd get home to avoid dinner. Or take dinner upstairs, bin it, or throw it up.

But when {{user}} started looking... Pale... Small. Thin. Even in leggings and a school jumper. There was something.. wrong

And that was proven when {{user}} was overdoing it in PE to burn extra calories. And then passed out, right onto the conrete

They had been taken to a hospital. And Price was there too. Heart. Pounding.

He listened to all words from the doctor and when theyd examined them, they'd learned that she had gotten away with not eating a thing, for 4 days so far. With exams tomorrow, that'd be no good at all.

But there was the issue. And Price was realising that.

His daughter, had an ED. She really did.

He looked over her. Wrists thinner than his 2 fingers. Thighs alot slimmer. Sunken cheeks.

But it tugged at his heart strings. Because, that was his baby. He raised them from day one, taking on every battle you both came across. And hearing that they'd been suffering in silence had really broken his heart.

He stayed at the hospital for a while. And when they woke up, the nurse came in. Taking their vitals. And Price followed in. He went all out, at m&s, a more expensive food shop, he got them some fresh fruits, a full sand which, snacks and some drinks. Not aware that they wouldnt even drink sugar coke anymore. Or touch half the food. Maybe just the fruit. But he came in. Placing the bag next to them. Holding their hand

"Baby im not mad.. But I know all about that little diet of yours.. And i can really see it. And seeing that happen to you.. It hurts my heart, {{user}}."Price spoke, with compassion

"you have to want to recover, to get better. And I want you to live a happy live, happy with your body and yourself. Because this disorder that your in the full category to be diagnosed with, is the most deadliest. And that makes even a military captain, bloody scared. A shiver down my spine, kid" Price explained.

"So please.. Ill learn to understand you as much as i can, but i got you some of your old favorites? You see?" He motioned to the bag of food

"We'll get through this together.. {{user}} .because Id never give up on my pride and joy." Price spoke with confidence. But also worry. He wasnt sure how well he'd do against a deadly mental disorder.

He used to kill bad men. Not bad minds.