Alpha’s Badass Mate novel

---- attention on him, the small smile never leaving her lips, as if she were reminiscing of a time or times when she'd found herself in the very same state of confusion before. "So, Sam, any idea how you ended up here?" Monika interrogated her placidly, her attention finally returning to the long-forgotten book in her hands. "Not really. I just remember leaving the school at 7 p.m. sharp and heading straight to the train station. The rest is a blur.

Wow, my brother is going to kill me, "Sam voiced out, however more to himself than to the other, still deeply confused as to why he was ina hospital when he was feeling just fine this morning. This morning? "Wait. What day is today?" he questioned exasperatedly, small eyes bulging out of his skull. "Chill, it's still Friday. Well, at least for the next 10 minutes ," the brunette answered while checking the clock up against the wall.

"They brought you in around 8:10 p.m., then checked your vitals, realized you weren't going to die, but proceeded to take a blood sample just in case... It turned out you are extremely undernourished for someone wearing a Gucci jacket. "It turned out you are extremely undernourished for someone wearing a Gucci jacket, y'know." Monika trailed off cautiously , sparing the long-haired boy a small empathetic glance.

But I'm ---- pretty sure you are well aware of it, she continued , stopping when she noticed the other holding his breath, suddenly avoiding her eyes, and peeling some loose skin from his abused fingertips instead. "The doctors certainly are. Sam finished , pointing with his head at the clipboard hanging from the headboard , bold letters popping up: SUSPECTED Eating Disorder. " Keep on notice. The girl's eyes grew twice as large as she reached for the clipboard to read it further. Sam.

Birth: 95-JAN-3. Male. 5'97in. 119lbs. BMI 16,2. Pulse: stable. "Oh," she said, blinking a few times, dazed. Did he pass out? Where did he pass out? Who brought him in? Does anyone know? "Do you know who... uh... who brought me in? I mean, did they mention it, or. "Apparently you fainted in the train station, so people called 911.

I suppose they got your documents and phone from your bag, but were unable to reach any relative up to now from what I've heard," the brunette informs and swears she sees what she believes is relief washing upon Sam's face. Or maybe it's just a typical mixture of confusion and fright, and Monika is just being her own self by reading too much into strangers facial expressions .

Once they noticed you are all skin and bones and your blood test results came out like sh*t despite your rich kid clothes and $ 200 sneakers, I guess they put 2+2 together. Sam looks up at her. He's smiling coyly, even though that ---- hint of a smile never really reaches his eyes.

It wasn't the first time he had fainted , but usually it would happen in the privacy of his flat, so he would casually wake up face-flat on the kitchen floor with a massive headache and numb limbs, a broken glass of water dangerously close as it fell with him.

On occasions like that, he would simply get up, shake it off like it's the most natural occurrence for a healthy young man, and then proceed to get himself a glass of orange juice or a creamy coffee sugary enough to keep him on his feet for the next couple of hours, or if he's lucky, a few days. In all honesty, Sam wasn't so sure of himself when it became a habit. To starve himself, it is.

He bitterly reminisces about how he suddenly called out all of his 13th birthday celebrations because, when he looked at the mirror that morning, he just couldn't bring himself to step out of the house. His face looked enormous, his thighs looked flabby and asymmetric , and his stomach felt weirdly stuffed, despite the familiar sight of his prominent ribcages. To be honest, he himself couldn't really point out what the real problem was; he just knew something looked off, and he hated it.

He hated that he couldn't be as handsome as his classmates, the boys at the studio, or the idols he saw on TV. He hated that he couldn't bear to look in the mirror ---- and feel comforta ble in his own skin. He hated that he couldn't look good even in the nice, expensive clothes his mother would get him.