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toward Pro Center before her legs gave out and her frail body crashed to the ground. She heard a siren and a
woman talking, but couldn’t make out her words because she was slipping away. Slipping away into a darkness
that she could not stop.
Hours later, Camila awoke. She was in a bed, in a white room. Not the kind of white as in Mia Outskirts
though. She looked around, still in a daze. She was in a gown, hooked up to some machine that beeped quite
annoyingly. Suddenly it all came back to her. The weigh in, the dieting, the new clothes, Ana, Mia, Skinnyville,
and most of all, her success at becoming a Pro. She was in a hospital, but why? That part she couldn’t
remember...she didn’t recall being in any sort of accident. Suddenly a man entered a room, interrupting her
thoughts.
“Ahh, I wondered when you were going to wake up, or if you would at all actually.” The doctor spoke
to her in a calm reassuring, yet stern voice. “Camila, are you aware that you almost died? Do you know what
you have done to your body? Your strict dieting regime has caused your body to consume its own muscles,
even your heart, just to keep you alive. You are very lucky to have woken up.”
“Why did this happen?”, Camila responded in confusion.
“As I said, your strict dieting is causing your body to practically eat itself.”
“But I have to do this! This is what we do, this is what I am supposed to do! Where am I!? Where is
Ana!? I want to go back home! I want to go to Pro Center! That is all I want!” Camila was yelling now, her
frustration intensifying.
“You are in the hospital just outside of Pro Center Camila. I don’t know if it is such a good idea for you
to go back just yet. You lost so much weight so fast. Your body is in huge amounts of stress. I think that the
best thing for you to do right now is to gain a little bit of weight to restore your health before you go to Pro
Center.”
“ Gain weight!? Thats what you want? I can not and will not gain an ounce! I refuse! Where is Ana!?
Bring her here, she understands me! I want her, not you, you fool! Get away from me, don’t touch me you
fatty!” The doctor gave her a small nod before leaving the room. Camila was alone again. It was just her and
the machine now, and some liquid that was entering her arm through a needle. Frustrated, Camila ripped out
the IV and threw it down. “Nobody is going to make me better! I don’t want to be better, why can’t they see
that!?”, she mumbled to herself. At that moment a female doctor walked in.
“Hello Camila”, she said with concern.

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