I woke up for the millionth time running to the bathroom to puke. Marcus was not holding me back anymore after the first time I ran. He came after me the second I jumped out. He was by the toilet the same time I started puking, he was holding my hair back and rubbing my back. Neither of us knew where everything that came out came from, since I could not keep anything down even if my live depended on it. I was happy he was not punishing me for it. When I felt everything was out I just slumped on the toilet, I had no energy left. I felt Marcus pick me up and carry me to the sink to clean my face. After he was done he took my face in between his hands and he made me look in his eyes. I felt really tired and I knew I looked tired. He just hugged me and I felt myself slip away while he was hold
