[Tony's POV]

Erin cried quietly as we all sat in the waiting room waiting for any news on Rosie.

What happened? Why wasn't she waking up?!

Mike and Vic were a wreck, worried out of their minds. Everyone waited patiently or tried getting in their minds off the worry.

It wasn't long until a doctor came by.

"Family of Rosario Fuentes," he announced and we all ran up.

"Hey, we're her brothers," Mike said. "How is she?"

"Well, she's alright, you got her here just in time," he said. "But I have a question."

"Yes?" Mike asked.

"When was the last time Miss Fuentes ate anything?" He asked.

We all stood silently and looked around.

When WAS the last time Rosie ate? Everytime we went out for dinner, she was either sleeping in the bus or just came along, which wasn't a lot.

"Umm, w-we're not sure," Vic said.

"The reason Miss Fuentes wasn't waking up was because she wasn't recieving the vitamines and nutrients that she needed. Her body just gave out in her sleep. She is underweight at  94 pounds, which isn't healthy for her age," he said. "I believe she's been diagnosed with anorexia nervosa."

We all stared in shock.

Rosie?! Anorexia?!

"And we also found some lacerations on her arms, possibly self inflicted,"  he said.

It was like a bomb dropped into an overpopulated city.

Vic stumbled back a little and I caught him.

"P-Please tell me you're just saying that," he begged.

"I wish I was," he said sadly. "She's alright, just sleeping. You can take her home once a nurse gets her IV's off and a medication prescription, but she needs to be supervised and be given at least 3 square meals a day, as we'll as made sure she doesn't harm herself again."

We all nodded as Mike and Vic followed the doctor.

I can't believe this....

[Vic's POV]

I couldn't believe it.

My sister.... My little sister....

The one I tried to never have bring a blade to her arm now has scars on them.... And worse, she's not eating, either.

We enter the room to find Rosie asleep, connected to a heart monitor, her heart beat steady and a little bit stronger, an IV line in her arm, bandages wrapped around

I walked up and just hugged her, letting tears fall.

"Rosie... Why??" I cried softly, Mike coming up and hugging us.

I then put Rosie down and gripped her hand as a nurse walked in.

"The doctor gave her the all clear and here's a prescription for antidepressants and vitamins for her to gain the nutrients she needs," she said.

I nodded and took the paper as she then disconnected Rosie from the machines and tube, and Mike scooped her up in his arms, and we left.

We met up with everyone and headed to the bus.

Rosie then started to murmur as we were halfway to the bus in the parking lot and we stopped. "Hmm...."

"Shhhh, shhhh tranquilita, hermana, estas bien," Mike murmured, his cheek on her forehead as he rocked her a little. (Relax, sis, you're okay.)

She only mumbled something incoherent before shifting a little and falling asleep again.

We continued to the bus and Mike laid her down in her bunk, pulling her blanket over her as she slept.

I need answers.

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Picture: Tony Perry being an adorable little fucking turtle. :) ❤