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Intubation or eating disorder for Dennis
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running home, running home, running home- prompt: eating disorder
Post S12. Dennis comes back from North Dakota perfectly fine.
TW ED!!!!
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North Dakota was supposed to be a fresh start. It was supposed to give him a chance to make things right, to do things differently this time. To free himself of the baggage of the past and live for a future in which he is a father- one worthy of the title.
It was supposed to be a fresh start, so why the fuck did he stop eating there?
Things started slowly, of course, the way they always do. He aeroplane-d the spoon into Brian Jr’s mouth and simply forgot that a flight was supposed to touch down in his at some point as well. At restaurants, he ordered sides. Claimed he’d already eaten to keep the concerned looks from Mandy at bay.
“Are you sure you're not hungry?” she’d ask him, brow furrowed with concern. He ought to have spoken to her about it- she would have understood.
Instead, he forced a smile and nodded. Lied through his goddamn teeth.
“I’m full. Don’t worry about me.”
The most pathetic part was that it made him look as though he was selfless, prioritising the nourishment of his child and co-parent while neglecting his own needs, when the truth of the matter was far more ego-centric. He didn't want to eat because he had to be perfect, and to be perfect? To be perfect, he had to be thin. Perhaps he could trick himself into believing that he wanted to be perfect so he could better raise Brian Jr. Hell, maybe there's even some truth in that.
But only a little.
By the time he gets on the plane back to Philly, having been gone for a year, everything about him feels wrong. There's a gnawing dread in the pit of his stomach that he initially attributes to missing his kid, but doesn't fade even as he talks to the gang, an interaction that’s genuinely relieving. Nor does it fade when he heads back with Mac to their apartment, settling into his own bed while Mac sprawls out on the couch, snoring like a foghorn.
He stares up at the ceiling, blinking past the colours flitting into his field of view. The dread widens. Turns into a total uneasiness.
“Here, take some snacks with you for the flight! You need the energy. I haven't seen you eat in days!”
“Alright… thanks. I’ll call you when I land, yeah?”
He’d thrown the granola bars she gave him into a trash can in the airport. Food was unnecessary. Food was the enemy to perfection. To worthiness.
The next morning he wakes up with his head swimming, barely even aware he fell asleep in the first place. His lips are chapped and his eyelids feel heavy, like he could drift back off and stay there for weeks.
As he shuffles out into the kitchen, Mac greets him. There's no way Dennis can ignore the way his roommate has changed in the time he's been gone. Mac’s buff now.
He looks good- great, even- but that little voice in Dennis’ head sneers every time he looks at him.
God, he's so big, it's gross. He may as well have stuffed himself full of chimichangas again.
“Hey, Dennis! You want eggs? I made a bunch of ‘em and there's no way I'm eating them all.” Mac asks between shovelling forkfuls of scrambled eggs into his mouth.
Dennis swallows queasily. “Uh, no. I’m good.”
“Suit yourself.”
A few years ago, Mac would have volunteered to peel an apple for him. Dennis would have eaten it. It’s the only reason he would have eaten anything at all that day.
The thought makes him feel even more nauseous, so he pushes it aside immediately.
“I’m… I’m gonna head to the bar early.”
“Oh, okay. See you there, man.”
Dennis slips into the back office, locks the door, and collapses into the chair there. Even the short walk from the bus stop (stupid assholes blew up his goddamn car) to Paddy’s has left him exhausted. His heart flutters worryingly in his chest.
With nobody else to keep him awake, and no further reserves of energy to sustain him, he curls up as tightly as he can (God, he’s fucking cold) and falls into an uneasy slumber.
**
3 weeks post-return, and the ground beneath Dennis’ feet feels unsteady. Literally. He keeps tripping over nothing, arms lurching out for purchase on the nearest object- usually Mac, sometimes Dee or Charlie. They laugh it off, and so does he, but he sees the way Dee’s eyes meet his knowingly. She’s been there before too.
Mac’s mentioned a few times that Dennis looks thin, and each time it makes him puff out his chest with pride (even if Mac’s concerned look doesn't exactly scream compliment). At least now he doesn't seem bothered with attempting to solve that particular ‘issue’. He’s been a little more aloof since Dennis got back, and almost frightened of the man that he shares an apartment with. When Dennis walks into the living room while Mac is on the couch, the latter jumps like he's seen a ghost. It's probably because he's not used to the company now, and Dennis doesn't even try to make himself more of a presence.
Instead, he’ll keep shrinking, getting smaller and smaller and thinner and thinner until he's barely visible at all.
It’ll be like he never even came back from North Dakota in the first place.
**
A month passes by, and for the rest of the gang, things seem to be getting back to normal. They start cooking up schemes again, schemes which Dennis only half listens to because they're hardly audible over the rush of blood in his head. He stood up too quickly. He's been doing that a lot recently.
At one point, they end up at a Dave and Buster’s, something which pulls up uncomfortable memories of a time where he was younger and lobster meals weren't purged immediately afterwards. Charlie, Mac, and Frank gorge themselves on steaks while they talk about some plot or other. Dee gets a salad.
Frank orders Dennis a steak too, but he only manages a few bites before pushing it away. His stomach feels unsettled.
Dee catches him walking out of the bathroom afterwards, shaky and pale and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Her brows furrow in that way they've grown accustomed to doing lately, and that penetrative look almost makes him regret what he's just done.
“You don't look well, Den.” She tells him softly.
He pushes past the lump in his throat and the urge to sink into her waiting arms, instead curling his lip with distaste.
“You’re one to talk. Leave me the fuck alone.”
She steps back, hurt, then stands a little taller.
“Get some help. You clearly need it.”
Before he can force his sluggish brain to think of a retort, she’s walking back to the group and leaving him alone outside the bathroom, leaning against the wall for support.
**
Rome wasn't built in a day, but it sure did burn in one.
The shooting pains that begin in his back feel like the knives that brought Caesar’s death. His hands start to shake when he's trying to pour shots. He frequently trails off mid-conversation because everything in his brain is focused on survival, only the most basic life-preserving faculties retained.
On his way back from the bar one day, he knows the fall of his own empire is imminent. Deep breaths no longer keep the spots in his vision at bay, and the gnawing feeling- that dread, yawning in the pit of his stomach- has turned into a constant screaming within. The urge to eat long since departed, but the nausea that replaced it grows to a fever pitch.
“Hey, you okay?” Mac asks as they traverse the stairs to the apartment. Dennis realises belatedly that he's wheezing, the exact same god awful sound that issued from Mac’s lips when he was fat as shit.
Is this his fate? To work himself to the bone for perfection and still be doomed to the same existence as a greed-ridden slob?
“M’ fine.” He answers through gritted teeth. Hauls himself up the final few stairs and through the door.
“Are you sure? Because you kind of sound like you're dying, dude.”
For a moment, a sob threatens to bubble up from the depths of Dennis’ being.
YES! Something deep inside screams. God, please help me, Mac, please for the love of God you have to fucking help me, I’m- something’s wrong, Mac, something's desperately wrong with me and I need you to-
“L-leave me alone.” He growls, breath whistling. His feet still carry him blindly towards the kitchen counter, somewhere he can lean against and regain some strength.
Mac sighs. “Yeah… yeah, alright, fine.”
No. No. This isn't how it's supposed to go, Mac, you’re supposed to help me, why aren't you helping me, Mac?
Dennis takes another few steps forward, heart fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings.
Hummingbirds. He used to do those a lot, keeping himself in motion constantly. Perhaps now he's fully transcended past the need for hummingbirds- he’s becoming one himself. Everything within him is fluttering.
His heart.
His nerve.
His… his eyelids…
He’s…. ohhhh, shiiittt…
“Dennis? Den?!”
His vision fades completely, and his knees buckle, but in the fuzzy darkness that consumes him, he still hears the muffled sounds of quick footsteps on wood, feels the comforting warmth of arms wrapping around his torso before he hits the ground.
“Shit, shit, you’re okay, Den. I got you, man. You’re alright.”
For the first time in months, he hears himself sob, breathless and exhausted and guttural. Almost animalistic in its desperation to be heard, and yet so weak it probably comes out as no more than a choked whine.
“Shhh, you’re alright… you’re alright… God, Den, you’re so fucking tiny.” Mac's words are wobbly, spoken through tears as his hand smoothes the hair back from Dennis’ forehead, stroking with all the gentleness that used to exist between them before the rot set in and everything changed. Decayed. I’m here now, though. I’m here now, I promise. I’ll peel you an apple, okay?”
His voice is nigh-on hysterical.
“I’ll- I’ll peel you an apple, and everything will be okay, right, Den? Everything- everything will be okay.”
Dennis feels himself being lifted upwards, pulled limply into Mac’s arms. His eyes flutter open and the darkness dissipates for just a moment. The sun peeks out from behind the clouds.
“I’ll peel you an apple, Den. I’ll peel you an apple and it’ll all be okay.”
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