"Sam....when was the last time you ate?"
Sam frowned, his eyes still glazed as he focused more on his project than on what I was saying. "Huh?"
"When did you eat last?" I repeated again.
He shook his head looking up at the clock on the wall reflexively. "What day is it?"
I blinked. "...Thursday..." I said slowly.
He frowned, studying the clock before a hand absently brushed his stomach. "This morning then."
I stiffened. "It's nearly midnight!"
"Yes?"
"You need to eat Sam!!" I exclaimed moving forward and tugging him off the chair. "You can't survive off of eating only once a day. It's not healthy."
"Hey! I'm fine...let go. Stop!" he struggled.
"No, you're not coming back here until I get food into you." I responded firmly. "Come on Sam, food. Remember what that tastes like?"
-Inspiration from my realization I forgot to eat again.
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