Time To Eat

"Guys. Guys I'm fine!" I complained as my coworkers basically frog marched me into the breakroom.
"You are not fine." David said flatly, sitting me down on a chair. "You nearly collapsed in front of a customer! She said that you went white as a sheet and your eyes rolled back like a demon possessed." 
I flushed, looking down at my hands. "I'm fine." I repeated. "It was just a momentary thing, I can wor--"
"When was the last time you ate, Carrie?" 
I shrugged. "I'm not hungry." I mumbled. It had been too long. A couple of days maybe? 
"That's not an answer."
"I ate this morning." 
"What did you eat?"
"Uhmmm....bread?" I winced as my tone came out questioning. 
I looked up in time to see David exchanging looks with Mark. 
"Guys...I'm fine." 
They turned the same disbelieving stare at me at the same moment. "No you're not." Mark said, folding his arms. "Carrie, you're going to sit there until we get you something to eat, alright? You need your strength."
"Do you like pizza?" David asked, suddenly. Pulling out his phone. "I'll order pizza. What kind do you want." 
"I don't--"
"Carrie." 
I swallowed, looking down. "Uh Pepperoni?" 
"Alright, Pepperoni it is." 

-Inspiration from getting pizza at work. -Nobody was fainting, only hungry.