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Food. Such an important thing for humans to have in order to stay alive and quench the hunger they feel in their gut, but also such a deadly and delicious item at the same time. It was no problem for most people as they ate whatever they wanted whenever they wanted to, yet maybe it was just because they had a high metabolism. But then again, their was also other people that went differently about food, such as (Y/n).
Calories, another problem with the food that humans eat. Other people like (Y/n) didn't see food as something you just eat to enjoy and stay alive. Oh no, to her it was something that would end her in society; appearance wise of course.
At first nothing much happened, (Y/n) would simply skip and meal here and there during her week, trying to cut back on how many calories she was eating due to her having a relatively slow metabolism. But then it started to get worse as time went on. She began to eat only once a day, which normally only consisted of either an apple, banana, or something else small and fruit related. But once again, that just didn't seem good enough to (Y/n) and she stopped eating completely at one point, thinking that was the best option for her.
She didn't think it would be that hard to stop eating and just skip over eating food, but she was terribly mistaken. The pain set in the pit of her stomach after sometime, and was unbearable to deal with. So instead of eating again, (Y/n) started to just chew gum or drink lots of water to get her mind off the pain and make her mind think that she was eating something, or so that she would just feel full as if she had eaten. But that still wasn't enough.
(Y/n) then decided to try a new tactic, one that was indeed dangerous but would most likely help with her pain. Instead of trying to ease the pain with water she would eat at the end of each day, but with a twist. After eating she always forced herself to throw it back up, so that the pain will vanish and she wouldn't feel guilty for digesting the food she ate. It was an awful move, but she couldn't really think of anything else to do at this point.
She never told anyone what was going on in her life and would simply lie to her friends if they ever asked why she wasn't eating as much anymore. So work was really the only place that no one bothered her at about not eating, which so happened to be at the Detroit Police Department.
(Y/n) was a simple detective there, yet she didn't do much since she wasn't that high up and wasn't assigned to big tasks such as the upcoming deviant cases. I mean, she's worked on one before with Lieutenant Hank and the android named Connor, but that was only to observe the crime scene. She would often see the two a lot at work since her desk wasn't that far from theirs, and she would sometimes make small talk with them occasionally when they weren't too busy, but she often tried to avoid them, especially Connor. Not cause she didn't like him, oh no, she was actually quite fond of him. A bit too fond for her own liking, yet she couldn't help grow attached to the attractive android.
No, not that, but she usually stayed away from him since she thought, no, knew, that if one, he found out about her feelings towards him he wouldn't feel the same way; and two, that he could scan her body and possibly find out about her having starved herself for a month and counting. Which led to where she was right now, spinning in her office chair while not even noticing Connor standing a few feet away, watching like a confused puppy.
"Detective (Y/n)? May I ask what you are doing?" The android asked while observing the female with his beautiful brown eyes that held slight interest in them, "I don't think Hank will be pleased when he comes back from Fowler's office and sees us not working on the case."
(Y/n) immediately stopped her chairs movement after hearing his programmed voice, tensing up a little as she couldn't stop the heat that rose upon her cheeks. Did I forget to mention that she was working on another case with the two?
"O-oh, right. Sorry, I just got a little bit, erm, off track." She quickly sputtered out an excuse, where she was really trying to get her mind off the hunger she felt since she didn't have any gum at the moment to help. And unfortunately for her, Connor seemed to have been able to see the slightly pained look on her face.
"You seem to be a little distressed at the moment, (Y/n). Is everything alright?" Connor asked with his brows furrowed in concern, which surprised (Y/n) in the slightest, "Shall I run a scan?"
"No!!" (Y/n) shouted and shot up from her seat before she could even comprehend it, accidentally catching the attention of her other co-workers from her sudden panicked outburst. With a small nervous laugh she quieted down while looking at Connors face that held a somewhat startled expression, "N-no, that's not necessary. I'm fine, don't worry about it, just a bit stressed over the case is all."
"If that's the case, then why am I not allowed to run a scan to make sure that your health is in check?" Connor asked in a skeptical tone of voice, making (Y/n) internally panic again as his eyes narrowed slightly on her figure. Shit, he was on to her.
"We-well what's the p-point? I mean, my health is perfectly fine, so there's no point in scanning me. Correct?" (Y/n) mentally cursed at herself for stuttering and forced a small smile for the android, only making his eyes narrow more.
"That may be true, but it only takes a few seconds to scan you. So it wouldn't be wasting too much of our time for me to make sure that your health is in perfect shape, even though us arguing over it is." Connor explained as he took a step towards the female, now only about two feet away from her, "Just let me run a scan, (Y/n)."
(Y/n) was completely frozen on the spot, paralyzed with fear. No one had ever found out about her starving herself, and she intended to keep it that way, if it weren't for Connor, "No! I'm fine I swear-" Too late.
"Your body seems to show signs of starvation, a long-term, severe deprivation of nutrition; followed by a case of Bulimia, often to avoid weight gain. This can cause a low engery intake and to show symptoms such as; dehydration, fatigue, hunger, food aversion, or water-electrolyte imbalance. It can also cause mood swings and sometimes lead to depression." Connors LED flickered yellow while he said all this, and his features seemed to show more and more concern and worry while saying the facts, where as (Y/n)'s face was pale with fear, "You've been... starving, yourself..? Why? That's not a very healthy thing to do to yourself, (Y/n). It can lead to death if it gets too severe."
(Y/n) didn't answer his question as tears began to flow down her face, noticing all attention was back on her, and also the fact that Hank had come back and had listened to the whole thing. So instead of answering, she shoved past both Hank and Connor and darted to the front doors of the building, throwing them open and running outside to her car, "(Y/n)!"
The sound of a door slamming shut echoed throughout the small, cozy home, but was soon overruled by the sounds of sobbing. (Y/n) slid down her front door and hugged her knees to her chest, ignoring (P/n) that padded up to her and pawed at her feet.
'No one understands, no one would understand the pain I go through. No one would care either. I CAN'T eat, what I'm doing is making things better, but no one would understand.' (Y/n) thought to herself, only making her cry harder and louder. They were so loud at this point that she missed the knock at her door until she heard a familiar voice call out her name.
"Shit." She cursed under her breath and quickly tried to stifle her sobs, not wanting anyone to see her in such a state at the moment. A few minutes of silence passed by and (Y/n) managed to calm herself down to the point that silent tears now leaked from her (E/c) eyes.
"(Y/n)? I know your in there. Please, let me in. Let me talk with you, it tends to help." Connor's voice sounded outside the door, soft and a little sorrowful. (Y/n) hesitated at first but eventually got up from her sitting position and opened the door, but didn't look at Connor as she trudged over to her sofa and slumped onto it, followed by (P/n) following her and curling up at her feet as a small source of comfort from the fluffy dog.
The sound of a door closing gently sounded along with footsteps heading over to the couch, only to have Connor sit down right next to (Y/n) on the couch so that their legs were touching. (Y/n) would have most likely been a blushing mess at this point if it weren't for the situation she was in at the moment.
The two were silent for a moment, (Y/n)'s sniffling the only noise before Connor spoke up, "Please tell me why you would do such a thing to yourself, (Y/n). I don't understand." He said, his features warmer and softer than they usually would be and his brown eyes holding many different emotions; mostly concern and worry.
With a deep breath (Y/n) finally looked over at Connor's face with her own tear streaked one, "Because nothing was good enough." She said simply, watching the android's face scrunch up a little in confusion. "I, wasn't good enough. Everyday I would compare myself to other women, and I always saw myself falling short to them. I know it seems stupid and all, and you probably won't understand, but I just wanted others to like me. I wanted to feel beautiful and skinny, like all the other women. It's stupid, forget about it." She mumbled while looking away. She wasn't wrong, since Connor really didn't understand, but she was wrong about the way he didn't understand.
"What do you mean?" He questioned, voice laced with confusion and his next words filled with sincerity, "You look beautiful, and you always have. And you also have a lovely personality. That's why I've grown... attached, to you, ever since you started working at the Detroit Police Department." He didn't seem to really mind his small confession as he looked at (Y/n) with a small genuine smile on his lips.
Her face erupted in a bright pink color when she looked back at him, who didn't seem at all fazed while he only continued to smile at her, "Although, I would recommend that we get some food into your digestive system, before it gets worse." Connor recommend, his smile vanishing and being replaced with a small frown, his LED that had been a calm blue blinking yellow a bit.
(Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek and looked down at her lap, obviously not too keen on the idea of having to eat and actually digest the food instead of forcing it back up. Hell, she didn't even know if it would stay down if she tried to eat at this point. But she let that thought go when she felt Connor gently grab onto one of her hands and give it a small squeeze, supposedly for comfort.
"It'll be alright, (Y/n)." He reassured with another one of his small adorable smiles, causing her heart to beat faster and her cheeks heat up. No, she probably wouldn't be able to get food down easily for a while, but...
"I'll go make you something to eat, (Y/n). Don't worry." Connor let go of her hand and flashed her another smile before getting up from the couch and walking over to the kitchen, her dog barking happily and padding after him.
But she would at least try, for Connor.
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