The first few days, he thought it was amusing. You were working yourself into a tizzy. You ate, worked, and slept, and that was it. As more time passed and you only got worse, he grew more concerned. Your hair was a mess, there were bags under your eyes, you were eating less, and you never left the desk. You used to care so much about how you looked, but now you were wearing the same clothes for a week. He decided one night that he needed to help you.

"{{user}}.. We need to talk."