Emery stayed with him for the next day, and the next, before finally going to class before staying with him for the rest of the week.

Noah didn't change. No movement. Not very much sleep, no food.

Emery kept trying to get him to eat but eventually gave up, figuring she couldn't help him.

Imagine being a physchiatrist and not help-

Noah didn't change.

Eventually she found a point(somewhere ig) in which she would constantly pester him to eat something. As it'd been a week and by the next he'd most likely perish, but I don't know, he could be a superhuman or something.

Noah just refused to eat.

Emery kept pestering him, asking him more and more frequently every passing day.

Noah just refused and refused. He was getting very thin, even his casts didn't fit him properly anymore due to his extreme weight loss. He passed out from time to time as well.

Eventually Emery snapped, getting tired of feeling useless. "Noah, you're going to eat and drink something whether I have to shove it down you're throat or if you eat it willingly." She snapped, standing and walking out of the room.

Noah didn't respond.