The door finally gave in and he spotted what he had been looking for. She was lying on the floor next to the sink curled up in a ball. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the nearest bed. She began to stir and opened her eyes.
"Pat Ohmigod, what are you doing here," Candice sat up and wrapped her arms around him.
"Saving you," he kissed her cheek and pulled her closer to him.
"How'd you know I was here," she asked cocking an eyebrow.
"Well, to tell you the truth--Mike, James and I had all this planned the whole time--those guys are actually pretty cool."
"Pat, you're the best," she held him tighter but he pulled away.
"Don't you even care about me," he asked standing up.
"What are you talking about," she asked her head was spinning.
"I found you, I found you in the bathroom--I thought you were getting better, but what I saw..you were knocked out!"
"Pat, I-I," she had nothing to say. She was getting better but then she starting not eating or purging again.
"You can't do this anymore Candi," she turned away; he grabbed her and turned her to face him. "You can't!"
"Ok, I won't," she said weakly.
"No! You can't, you know...ok listen you can't run a car on no gas and that's what you are doing. You have no gas and without gas you don't go! Without gas a car is dead," tears filled his eyes. "And without food you're dead too," he whispered weakly. Candice sat there speechless, and what was she supposed to say, all this time everyone had been telling her she was killing herself but it had never sunk in; now it was. For the second time in the past month she has made a grown man cry, tears ran down her cheeks as she pulled her boyfriend close to her body and they sat there like that for almost an hour.
"Pat why do you care so much," she asked finally breaking the silence.
"You need me like I need you, remember," he gestured to her left hand and the ring he had given her not more then two months prior. The ring had never left her finger. "Forever."
"I love you Patrick," she kissed him deeply. "And I'm gonna get better, really."
"I don't think you will," he pulled away from her. "But I will be here for you, I'll always be here no matter what goes down."
"Will you go to 'his' house with me," her pale eyes plead with his.
"Anything," he choked out. Anything to have the normal you back, he thought sadly.
"Thank you so much," she hugged him with all the energy she had left.
"Now, I'm gonna go. I'm staying in James's room, so if you need anything just call me," Pat headed toward the door.
"Why can't you just stay here, it'll be fun," she rambled off half asleep.
"Goodnight Candi--and I can't stay here because I love you too much," he whispered shutting her door behind him.

I'll be the one
To hold you and make sure that you'll be all right
'Cause my fear is gone
And I want to take you from darkness to light
There you were, wild and free
Reaching out like you needed me
A helping hand to make it right
I am holding you all through the night

The music awakened her from her deep sleep. She rubbed her eyes and tried to sit up; it was no use. She looked around the room the aroma of food filled her nose. "Pat," she asked as the door opened.
"Hey you're finally up, welcome back," he sat down at the small table. "So, you want breakfast?"
"Well, I don't think I could make it to the table," she sneered.
"Yeah I know, that's why I got this tray," Pat walked over to her bed with a tray full of food in his hands. "There you go, Breakfast in bed!"
"Thanks," she looked down at her plate of eggs, bacon, and French toast. "But."
"You're eating, if I have to feed you myself," Pat insisted.
"Pat, I mean I'm," she stopped.
"You can't even get out of bed and you are on vacation!"
"I know and I'm gonna eat," she sighed looking back to her food. "Or at least try," she smiled up at him; he didn't smile back. She picked up her fork and played with the scrambled eggs for while and finally after about 10 minutes pick up a piece of French toast and took a small bite.