Better || phan; sequel to fine.

7

According to Dan, it is much harder to get away with being thin in a hospital. He is right, of course.

I am moved to the ED wing, which stands for Eating Disorders. I don't think I actually have an eating disorder. I don't want to be fat, like some of the other men in my family and neither does Dan. Dan just knows best for me and I trust him, really.

The ED wing looks like all the other wings, so I don't really see the difference, except you have to have a roommate here and her name is Cara.

Boys and girls don't usually room together, but Cara and I are the exception, due to no more rooms and Cara being born a boy. She didn't tell me this, the nurse did, and the hospital is rather accepting of her, but she still finds it her place to revolt.

"Fucking 'phobs, I swear." She'll say.

Cara is tall, with black hair that reaches her shoulders and is dyed purple at the tips. She's thin, very thin, the thin I strive for. She dresses very punk rock and has many posters of bands on her side of the room, with a record player and vinyls.

She's bulimic-anorexic, according to her, which I don't know what that means until she explains.

"It means I don't eat, and when I do I puke." She says this as if she isn't in a hospital for that very reason. I ask her if she thinks she has a problem.

"I'm not dead, am I? No? Then I don't have a problem do I? No."

I can't help but agree.

"You can be like Cara if you tried harder." He tells me.