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Tw: Eating Disorder
                          
The knock on the front door came twenty minutes after Karl had frantically reached for his phone to dial for paramedics. He had no idea what was wrong with George and the sight of him unconscious on the couch without reason terrified him. Everyone had left for the park with no knowledge of the incident and it wasn't long before Karl received a worried phone call from Sapnap most likely, asking where they were and what was taking them so long.
                          
In a hurry Karl ran to open the door, letting the two paramedics burst through into the hotel apartment. One began to bombard him with questions he had no idea of the answer to while the other rushed into the living room where George lay, sprawled in a mess. Karl broke down into a few sniffles as he tried to explain what had happened to the paramedic, the shock ran through his veins like bolts of lighting threatening to electrocute him. 
                          
"He's waking up"
                          
Both paramedics ran to George's side helping him sit up slightly in order for him to adjust to the light while Karl stood awkwardly in the corner trying to process what was going on still. 
                          
"George, can you tell us what happened, take a deep breath you don't have to answer immediately we would just like to know"
                          
He blinked and moved away from the bright light that was blinding him on the ceiling. Everything hurt. A sharp pain hit him in his stomach and he groaned, of course he had eaten all of that sandwich. The only thing he could remember was feeling amazing one second, eating and then feeling as though the floor was falling from below him.
                          
Pain resigned in his stomach from the shooting knife that had attacked him. He felt sick with himself. Disgusted in fact. He had eaten too much and of course that's why he had passed out.
                          
"Um... I ate a sandwich and then I passed out?"
                          
It wasn't exactly a lie.
                          
"Has anything else happened that we should be aware of"
                          
George glanced up to see Karl who was standing in the corner of the room. He must've seen what happened then, poor Karl. He decided it best if he didn't tell them what he had been through in fear that they would tell everyone and it would ruin their holiday.
                          
"Not that i know of no"
                          
The lie slipped out so easily yet tasted sour in his mouth as the words rolled off his tongue.
                          
"Can you try to stand up for us?"
                          
He did as he was asked but in the process of grabbing out for something to hold on to his sweatshirt slid up, revealing his exposed ribs and slimmer figure. 
                          
Shit.
                          
"So your sure there's nothing?"
                          
They could see straight through George's bluff and there was no point lying anymore they would just ask him even more questions.
                          
"I um... I haven't exactly eaten anything in five days until now.. it's no big deal, really"
                          
"It is sort of a big deal, the human body needs its nutrients to continue in daily life, that's probably what caused you to pass out"
                          
George hummed in agreement. It wasn't a healthy thing to do and he knew that. Instead of talking to them any further he stood up and began to walk around the room in an attempt to get his legs working again. They felt like jelly.