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“Breakfast. Enjoy!” I said, placing a plate in front of James.
James just pulled the blanket closer around him, while he stared at the food in front of him like it was poison. It had been a few days since his fever calmed down, and we were finally moving over to the next phase, making him eat solid food, yet the task seemed to be harder than I thought. James was not at all interested in eating. He still had that sickly pale color, and unless I was able to make him eat, that wouldn’t get better. This male was supposed to weigh around 180 pounds, all that being poor muscles, yet I feared he had come down to a very dangerous weight, having lost at least 60-70 pounds. His ribs were very visible and so were his collarbones. Even his cheeks were hollow, and he looked more like a living
