If Only I Could | Quackity

Part 3

Later that night Quackity felt better. In fact, he felt so much better that he ate. He ate, and ate, and ate. He lost track of how much he was eating and after about 45 minutes he stopped. He looked at himself in the mirror.

What have I done? How could I have eaten this much?! I need to throw this up - immediately.

He ran to the bathroom, feeling sick at the thought of himself. He stuck his fingers down his throat and threw up everything.

After about 10 minutes, he couldn't get anything else out. He felt empty, dizzy, and his throat was burning.

*ding dong*

Shit. I forgot Wilbur was coming over. Why does everyone have to meet up in Mexico now?

Dizzily, he stumbled to the door and let Will in.

"Hey mate how's it going?" Wilbur said.

"Good man, how are you?"

"I'm good! So, what do- are you alright? You look really pale."

Fuck. Was it that noticeable?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it." He said, vision blurring, room spinning.

"Alex? Are you sure you're-"

Alex fell to the floor, blacked out.

"ALEX! FUCK WHAT DO I DO?!" Wilbur cried, unsure of what to do next.

Out of fear, Wilbur started dialing 911 as Alex regained consciousness.

"What the fuck just happened?" Alex said groggily.

"You passed out. Are you okay? Should I call someone?"

"I'm alright, sorry. Thank you."

"Don't apologize, as long as you're okay. You should probably drink some water because-"

He looked at Alex's figure. He had thinned out quite a lot. He immediately knew what was wrong.

"Will? You alright? You stopped mid sentence."

"Alexis have you been eating?"

FUCK. How did he know? I feel like everyone knows at this point.

"I have, I swear. Why would you think-"

"You haven't been, have you. Either that or you're not properly eating it."

How does this bitch know everything?

"Ok fine. I haven't been. And when I do I just throw it up after."

"Ok, we're gonna work on it. Slowly though, alright?" Will said.

"Thank you Wilbur."