Sherry Shahan

“Jack hit the floor and fired off push-ups until he thought he'd pass out. The spinning behind his eyes felt good. He'd gotten by with a half grapefruit (35 calories) at breakfast, because his mom was such an emotional wreck before driving him to the hospital. She didn't argue over the half cup of oatmeal (110 calories), which he dumped in the sink before polishing off the last of his red M&Ms, his go-to food when life got sucky.”
― Sherry Shahan, Skin and Bones

“Can you tell me why you added weight to your gown?" Dr. Chu asked.
Another trick question.
Bones shrugged. "I wanted you to think I was gaining weight."
Dr. Chu nodded. "We need accurate records for every patient."
(Our job is to make sure you gain as much weight as possible while you're here.)
Dr. Chu leafed through Bones's file, checking off little boxes. "Since you lost weight--even with two stainless steel knives sewn into your gown, it's obvious you've been purging. Either by vomiting or--"
(We have closed-circuit cameras and hidden microphones in your room.)
"Or engaging in unauthorized exercise."
(Bingo!)
"I know this may be difficult," Dr. Chu said. "But the nutritionist and I have decided to raise your calories."
(We won't be satisfied until you resemble a scrap-fed hog.)
"Are you listening to me son?'
Bones's eyeballs hurt from so much nodding. "Yes, sir."
(Fuck you!)
"One-hundred calories isn't as bad as it sounds." Dr. Chu dropped his voice, forcing Bones to learn forward in his chair. "That's it for now.”
― Sherry Shahan, Skin and Bones