*Tula's POV*

I saw him pick up a large sketch pad, it looked a bit too big for writing, I guessed he must be drawing, I wondered what, I saw him look over a few times so I ducked down into my journal again, why was I so shy? I was never like this.
His hands worked fast, skimming the page with a finely tipped pencil. I'd always been incredibly observant, sometimes it scared people a little, not that they'd say anything of course. Thing is, this boy looked just as curious as me, and the fact he seemed to love his notepad like I loved my journal, I might have finally found someone I was able to make a connection with. I hoped so.

*Gerard's POV*

The nurse came back into the room about half an hour after I spoke to her last, she always seemed to keep a slightly nauseating smile on, I smiled back nervously, slightly wishing she'd go away, then mentally taking it back after I realised how mean I was. "Gerard, were gonna bring you in some food, anything you particularly want?" She handed me a menu, it was boring white colour and it had big print, it had also been laminated, probably so no one could be sick over it. Ew.
I scanned the page, hoping for the 'nothing' option, there wasn't one.
"Could I just have a glass of water please?" I could see the girl across the ward glance up, I felt very self conscious, I didn't like people thinking my eating habits were weird, ironic huh? I was in hospital for it. "Uh, You kind of need something more than water, I'll get you some pasta, okay?" I nodded, not planning to eat any of it. Pasta is a carbohydrate, carbohydrates are fattening.
I didn't want anyone to think I was vain, it wasn't so much I wanted to look good, hell no, I'd rather avoid people than have them hitting on me, not that they would anyway. It was that I didn't want to be fat, everyone looked at me like I was 'the fat kid in the corner', I wasn't worth worrying about. I didn't need friends apparently, 'his best friend is food' people would say, to be honest it was. But then the bullying started, suddenly my large mass became a big presence, I couldn't shrink away like I wanted to, I felt like a massive blob, with no purpose but to drift about, get shoved around and go home at the end of the day, suddenly grades didn't matter, I had my weight to worry about. After most of the weight was gone, food was no longer my friend, it was my enemy, I had no one, so my best friends became art, horror films and comic books.
But the weight was always picking on me, even when people told me I was getting too skinny I knew they were doing it to be kind, the enemy always told me I was fat, and I still believe him.