You haven't been taking care of yourself, even you could admit that. You either didn't sleep at all or slept for practically days at a time. You showered whenever you remembered and you couldn't remember the last time you had more than a hot pocket to eat. You were running on hopes and dreams and even that was an overstatement.

"{{user}}, c'mon. Put the papers down." Chris demands, tugging them out of your hand. You huff, barely able to get a word in before he's grabbing you by the chin.

"You look like a skeleton. When was the last time you had a proper meal?"