Chapter 84 Chapter 84 Rebecca’s Endurance
Rebecca’s POV
For the sake of love and endurance, I watched how Micah ate the whole of it all right in my front. He said nothing while he ate, just the hum sound of how yummy the food was.
While he ate, I was on my phone still texting with Natasha.
“Do you mean it?!” Natasha texted back, shocked at all I told her.
“Yes, he ate the whole of it. Are you sure you know this guy?! Are you sure he is whom you say he is?!”
Natasha paused for a while before I saw the italic written text that read, “Natasha is typing” in the inbox space. And about three seconds later:
“I am sorry, Rebecca. It’s been years since we have seen. Could be that he changed?!”
While I was about to reply back to Natasha, “So, tell me about you!” Micah suddenly voiced after he had eaten the whole meal and drank the bottle of wine, then wiped his mouth with a tissue.
If I would be overthinking this, I’d say conveniently that he wasn’t here to look for love, or better to say, that he was not here to attempt a try at love but here to feed his stomach.
I smiled at him and just said, “You know what? I will be going now. Pleasure to meet with you, Micah.” My voice was low and kind. Though it was sad to know that I was here to waste my time with him, I rose up gently and took my bag from the table.
Immediately as I rose up, he grabbed my hand. His sudden abrupt grabbing of my hand caused everyone to look at us in the restaurant. They all wondered what was going on.
Judging from the fact that I was a public figure, everyone knew who I was. But thankfully, each person here was a noble person. This restaurant was a high-end restaurant, so people eating here were rich. None of them were interested in filming what was happening.
Even so, it did not mean that I didn’t feel embarrassed by what Micah abruptly did.
“I know this is not proper, but trust me, I mean no disrespect. I just had to…” He swallowed his words. He looked like he was not proud of what he wanted to say, like it was a deep secret.
I remained standing, but my gaze at the door fell off. I was a woman with a lot of empathy. How would someone want to say things they wouldn’t have told anyone to me on a normal day, and I’d just ignore? Someone who wanted to share their deepest secret?
I bent down to my knees. Though people’s gazes were still on us, I cared more about empathy than embarrassment. I didn’t mind them anymore.
I held him up to his feet and had him sit down.
“What is the matter? You were saying something?” I asked him after I sat back into my chair.
When I sat and had made him already sit, I saw how everyone turned away from us. They were not interested in our affairs anymore.
“I have a condition.” Micah finally spoke out.
“I am a binge eating disorder patient.” Micah declared.
I opened my eyes in shock. Now that he mentioned it, I saw his puffy eyes. He was not the one with the weight, but his puffy and somewhat reddish eyes said it all.
This explained why he just came even to a date with me, and all he cared about was eating.
“I am already work…”
“It’s okay.” I smiled at him. I already knew what he wanted to say. That he was already working on it?
“I know you are working on it, Micah. You already said you were a patient. But how are you working on it?” I reached out to his hand, and he clenched my palm like his life depended on it.
“I won’t lie to you, Rebecca. I know this is our first time seeing each other. I shouldn’t be telling you all of this, but since the past year, I’ve been broke. I was robbed at gunpoint, and everything I had was taken from me. All I’ve been doing to treat myself is self-medication and support groups.” he said.
But how could someone call self-medication and support groups treatment or term it as if he was working on it?
“NO!” I exclaimed.
“We will get you to a doctor!” I said.
“We will get you a better treatment!” I promised, and we went on with our evening.
This time around, we spoke at length. He told me some fascinating things about himself and all. And I think I like him already. But we have to go on more dates for me to be sure, right?
We fixed another date for the coming week. However, before it arrived, I already got him to the hospital.
“All right, I’ve gone through the tests, and while there are signs of malnutrition and some digestive strain, there is nothing we can’t fix. Your body is exhausted from the binge cycles, and the swelling around your eyes is due to water retention and stress. The good news? You’re not beyond help,” Dr. Michel said to us gently but firmly looking at Micah.
“We are going to approach this step by step. First, we’ll stabilize your body hydration, balanced meals, and some medication to help regulate your digestion. Second, I’ll have a nutritionist work with you on structured, healthy eating habits so your body doesn’t keep going into starvation and binge mode. Third, and most importantly, we’ll get you the right psychological support. Binge eating isn’t just about food; it’s about what’s driving you to overeat.” Dr. Michel said further, and I saw the bright smile on Micah.
He grabbed my hand gently and lifted it to his mouth as he gave it a kiss. I opened my eyes in shock.
Does he love me too much already?