I knew Dan was lying to me, he wasn't fine. He was sick. He wasn't eating and when he did eat just to prove me “wrong” He would throw it back up. I've heard him at night. I was too worried that he would deny any help or run off if I tried. I was sat in front of the bathroom door hearing him vomit what little he had just eaten. It killed me to hear this, it took everything for me not to rush into the bathroom and make him stop, but I couldn't, I couldn't deny him the trust of me not listening to him every time he went to the bathroom, but I needed him to stop, I couldn't lose him.
I waited by the bathroom, listening to him sob in the shower, each sob ripped me apart, each sob made me know I had to do something soon. I couldn't keep begging him to eat because eventually he would hate me for making him eat. I had to help him.
While I was lost in my thoughts I didn't hear the shower turn off, I didn't realize he was coming out of the bathroom until the door o