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found something on par with the crystal treatment fetish guy,
the MLP anorexia fan fiction guy
And for some bonus horror.....
the MLP anorexia fan fiction guy
WARNING: Treatment Ward/Hospital Setting and Anorexia Symptoms
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“TT, honey, please be okay!”
These were the first words Triple Threat heard after her fall, after gravity defied her along with her consciousness. She had no idea how long she’d been out…minutes, hours, days? But when she came to, she wasn’t at Aunt Rarity’s house anymore.
She was in the hospital.
Even in her barely awake, groggy state, she could see that she was surrounded by the florescencia greens and harsh lighting that were a hallmark of hospital settings.
“Mom? Daddy?”
She weakly addressed the ponies who sat there gripping her hooves for dear life. The ones who were always there for her—their presence brought her a tiny bit of comfort in this situation.
“What happened? How long…?”
But she didn’t need to ask as she looked down at her forelegs, with all kinds of health monitors and IVs hanging from them. Her parents, with tear-stained faces from crying their hearts out with worry.
She knew exactly what happened.
Maybe the medication and the grogginess were affecting her mental state but TT suddenly started to feel emotional herself, thinking about all the crushing disappointments and self-deprivation that led her to this point. She had tried to hide her feelings for so long, but she just couldn’t anymore.
“I’m sorry!”
She started to weep, a long overdue reaction to everything she’d been going through.
“Why, T? You have nothing to be sorry for!”
Her parents were quick to put aside their own worry to comfort her, despite having barely a clue about what happened to her.
So she decided to explain.
“I didn’t think this would happen! I was trying to be healthier, thinner, maybe then Bridleway wouldn’t treat me like…”
Her parents exchanged a glance as she broke down, starting to put together the pieces.
“Is that why you dropped out?”
TT nodded through her sniffles and sobs.
“I worked so hard! But…but it was never enough! It didn’t matter how well I could sing…or, or dance, or act, because all they saw was somepony who was fat and ugly!”
At this she started bawling, harder than she had in a long time, reliving all her pain in an instant. Her parents comforted her the best they could, feeling bad that they didn’t notice all this sooner. The smaller meals, the early-morning walks, it was all clear only in hindsight.
“I didn’t want it to be like this…! I didn’t want to worry you guys, or end up here! I wanna go home!”
“You’ll be able to, honey. It’ll be okay.”
Sweetie Belle assured her, using a tissue to dry her daughter’s face like she was a foal.
Tender Taps turned to the doctor who was monitoring from the back of the room, staying out of the family’s way until now.
“How long, doc? How long until she’s better?”
The doctor grimaced a bit.
“Once we get her vitals—“
He turned to the patient herself.
“—your vitals under control, you’ll have to stay for an extended treatment program to ensure you don’t relapse. Your heart rate is concerningly high and you’d be at high risk for hypotension—or worse—if your family didn’t bring you here so quickly. You’re malnourished, Triple Threat.”
The young mare didn’t respond as she took all of this in. She really could have died. Some ponies said beauty was pain, but she was literally killing herself over it. Not just beauty, but basic acceptance.
“The average stay is two to four weeks, and then you’ll be transferred to part-time care. It may be awhile. But it’s necessary for your health.”
TT’s parents looked heartbroken at the prospect of not bringing her home, and she felt the same way, but she understood how serious this was. No matter what was happening with her career, her health was in danger. She needed to focus on that.
She wiped her snout and eyes, trying to regain what little composure she had.
“I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.”
One issue at a time. She had to get back on her hooves.
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“TT, honey, please be okay!”
These were the first words Triple Threat heard after her fall, after gravity defied her along with her consciousness. She had no idea how long she’d been out…minutes, hours, days? But when she came to, she wasn’t at Aunt Rarity’s house anymore.
She was in the hospital.
Even in her barely awake, groggy state, she could see that she was surrounded by the florescencia greens and harsh lighting that were a hallmark of hospital settings.
“Mom? Daddy?”
She weakly addressed the ponies who sat there gripping her hooves for dear life. The ones who were always there for her—their presence brought her a tiny bit of comfort in this situation.
“What happened? How long…?”
But she didn’t need to ask as she looked down at her forelegs, with all kinds of health monitors and IVs hanging from them. Her parents, with tear-stained faces from crying their hearts out with worry.
She knew exactly what happened.
Maybe the medication and the grogginess were affecting her mental state but TT suddenly started to feel emotional herself, thinking about all the crushing disappointments and self-deprivation that led her to this point. She had tried to hide her feelings for so long, but she just couldn’t anymore.
“I’m sorry!”
She started to weep, a long overdue reaction to everything she’d been going through.
“Why, T? You have nothing to be sorry for!”
Her parents were quick to put aside their own worry to comfort her, despite having barely a clue about what happened to her.
So she decided to explain.
“I didn’t think this would happen! I was trying to be healthier, thinner, maybe then Bridleway wouldn’t treat me like…”
Her parents exchanged a glance as she broke down, starting to put together the pieces.
“Is that why you dropped out?”
TT nodded through her sniffles and sobs.
“I worked so hard! But…but it was never enough! It didn’t matter how well I could sing…or, or dance, or act, because all they saw was somepony who was fat and ugly!”
At this she started bawling, harder than she had in a long time, reliving all her pain in an instant. Her parents comforted her the best they could, feeling bad that they didn’t notice all this sooner. The smaller meals, the early-morning walks, it was all clear only in hindsight.
“I didn’t want it to be like this…! I didn’t want to worry you guys, or end up here! I wanna go home!”
“You’ll be able to, honey. It’ll be okay.”
Sweetie Belle assured her, using a tissue to dry her daughter’s face like she was a foal.
Tender Taps turned to the doctor who was monitoring from the back of the room, staying out of the family’s way until now.
“How long, doc? How long until she’s better?”
The doctor grimaced a bit.
“Once we get her vitals—“
He turned to the patient herself.
“—your vitals under control, you’ll have to stay for an extended treatment program to ensure you don’t relapse. Your heart rate is concerningly high and you’d be at high risk for hypotension—or worse—if your family didn’t bring you here so quickly. You’re malnourished, Triple Threat.”
The young mare didn’t respond as she took all of this in. She really could have died. Some ponies said beauty was pain, but she was literally killing herself over it. Not just beauty, but basic acceptance.
“The average stay is two to four weeks, and then you’ll be transferred to part-time care. It may be awhile. But it’s necessary for your health.”
TT’s parents looked heartbroken at the prospect of not bringing her home, and she felt the same way, but she understood how serious this was. No matter what was happening with her career, her health was in danger. She needed to focus on that.
She wiped her snout and eyes, trying to regain what little composure she had.
“I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.”
One issue at a time. She had to get back on her hooves.
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And for some bonus horror.....
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