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Nexus	By : GatesVengeance Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1355 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not know Avenged Sevenfold personally,nor am i affiliated with them in any way. This story is a work of fiction. I make no profit whatsoever from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Nexus
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 6
- 7
- 8
Part 7:
Zack felt himself being pulled further and further away from the other members of his band, his anxiety going into to overdrive each time he felt their judgmental gazes rest on him during their band meetings. His insecurities weren’t exactly helped when none of the other three, his friends, wouldn’t even bother to defend him from Brian’s off the cuff remarks about their confrontation.
He could feel the guilt eating away at him from the inside out. He knew that he probably shouldn’t have punched Brian, but at the same time the other man definitely deserved it. It hurt tenfold when the other man had said those two words “woman’s disease” right to his face, his stomach dropping as he realized just how pathetic he was.
The past few weeks were supposed to be spent in the studio with his other four band members, working on their new CD, but he found he both wouldn’t and couldn’t put in the effort, especially not with Brian. Instead, he spent his days at home, exercising excessively and barely eating after he worked out that his daily ritual of bingeing and purging was only causing him to gain weight.
He had increased his daily 6 mile runs in three increments up to 8 miles in four increments a day, while only eating the absolute bare minimum before going on each of the exhausting runs. After each run, he could feel a sharp pain on the right hand side of his chest as he felt it was becoming slightly harder to catch a decent breath while his head swam around in circles and his vision started to get blurry. He was lucky that he had only ever collapsed for a moment inside his own house.
He also found himself barely sleeping, his dreams were often nightmares involving the set of white scales that sat in his bathroom, always waiting for him and never sleeping, only there to tell him his weight for the day. The scales now absolutely dominated his life, his happiness completely dependant on what the number that appeared on the mechanical item. His obsession was completely out of hand, now weighing himself compulsively at least 10 times a day, both when he woke up and right before bed and before and after each of his four runs.
Zack took a deep breath as he stepped onto the set of scales that was his new found obsession, for the sixth time already today. He closed his eyes for a moment before looking down and seeing 118 staring back at him. He stepped off of the scales and moved to stand in front of the mirror. He warily pulled his shirt up and off and stared at the man in the mirror.
While there were ribs, hip bones and his collarbone protruding painfully, Zack still couldn’t see it. He grabbed at his stomach, barely grabbing acentimetreof excess skin that was still there, no doubt from the fact that he had lost so much unnecessary weight in such a small amount of time. He pinched tightly on the skin, hoping that it would disappear if he did, but there was no use, it stayed right where it was.
He groaned as he turned around and looked at the reflection of his back, which was nothing but bones. His shoulder blades stood a mile out from the rest of his back as well as his spine, which looked nothing short of painful. But even through thecolourfulink he had on almost every inch of his body, he could not get past the way his hips curved to look almost feminine in appearance.
He turned back around in one quick movement, too disgusted with his own body to look one moment longer. He let out a sigh as he looked into the dark eyes that stared back from the hollow, gaunt, pale face. The skin that stretched painfully across his face, accentuating his cheekbones only made his feel more physically repulsed by his own reflection.
He was beyond angry with himself, spitting at the man on the other side, smiling dementedly as he watched the gob of spit slide down the already smudged and dirtied mirror. He grabbed his shirt, pulling it on before he walked out of the bathroom and headed to the couch, where his running shoes were already sitting waiting for him.
He quickly pulled his shoes on; lacing them up before he did his usual leg stretches right before he walked out of his front door, locking it on his way out. He closed his eyes for a moment, centering himself before he started his third 2 mile run for the day. He started at a slow pace, his arms swinging on either side of his body as he started to gather speed, the hot sun of the day bearing down on him in all its glory, causing small droplets of sweat to run down of the side of his face already.
Only a few minutes later, he began to start to feel dizzy and his chest was beginning to hurt. He tried to regulate his breathing, but found he was only struggling to breathe even more. He could feel his vision start to get blurry as he pressed on, trying to finish his run as quickly as possible.
But despite the fact that he felt like he was close to fainting, he refused to stop.
He continued pushing through his problem, running fast and faster, blatantly ignoring the fact that he couldn’t even see a foot in front of him. His right hand moved up to grip at his chest as he continued running, trying to squeeze away the problem, which only caused him more pain than not.
“Run you fat fuck.” He snapped to himself, forcing his body to go past its own limitations.
He knew he was definitely in trouble when his vision turned black and his own strength failed him and he took a final breath before he collapsed to the ground, his head smacking hard as he landed face first on the concrete.
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Zack cautiously opened his eyes a few hours later, the smell of disinfectant overpowering every one of his senses. His eyes cracked open to see Matt sitting next to his bed, head rested in his hands. His stomach dropped as he looked around the bright, white room as his vision finally focused again, realizing that he was in a hospital. He looked down at his right hand and saw an IV drip sticking out.
“Matt?” He croaked out, turning to look at the singer who finally lifted his head from his hands and he could see just how red the singer’s eyes were. “What happened to me?”
“You collapsed while you were running and you hit your head.” Matt said quietly and Zack could see the tears building up in the corners of his eyes. “I’ve been so fucking worried about you, Zacky.”
“Please don’t be upset.” Zack’s voice croaked again. “Are you the only one who came?” He asked, as the tears built up at the corners of his own eyes.
“No.” Matt answered simply and Zack felt a little bit better. “Johnny and Jimmy are downstairs getting some coffee.”
Zack felt his stomach drop when he realized just who was missing. “Brian didn’t come?”
Matt dropped his gaze instantly. “He’s out of town today, but he said he’ll come by when he gets home.”
“No, he won’t.” Zack said quietly, letting his head fall back against the pillows as he stared at the pristine white ceiling above him.
“Thank fucking Christ!” He heard Jimmy’s voice exclaim and he turned his attention to the drummer and bassist who were both beaming at him. He braced himself just in time to feel Jimmy’s long, gangly arms wrap tightly around him. “Don’t ever do that again.”
But Zack found he couldn’t even smile back at the other three, knowing full well that the fact that their lead guitarist had snubbed coming in to see him was because of the incident that happened only a few weeks ago. “Does Brian really hate me that much?”
“Brian doesn’t hate you.” Johnny said quietly as he sipped at his coffee, taking the spare seat next to Matt, while Jimmy sat happily next to Zack on his bed. “He just had to be elsewhere, that’s all.”
“Being anywhere but with me.” Zack muttered quietly, folding his arms across his chest.
“Zack, don’t be silly.” Jimmy said reassuringly, trying to rub one of his long hands across the other’s arms, only to have it swatted away. “Brian still likes you.”
“Then where is he?” Zack snapped, feeling a sharp pain in the side of his head as he did. “Ouch.” He mumbled, rubbing at the spot it hurt.
“What’s wrong?” Matt asked, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.
But before Zack could answer, a man came through the door wearing a white coat, which could only mean he was the Doctor. “Glad to see you’re awake now, Zack.” The man spoke confidently as he pulled out his clipboard and started jotting things down on the piece of paper in there. “I am Dr. Cross and I will be your Dr. during your stay here. The good thing is, the hit to the head that you received when you fainted is only superficial, meaning the little scratch and bruising you have above your eye won’t linger too long.”
“But not all good news comes unaccompanied by bad news.” The Dr. continued. “We ran some tests while you were still unconscious to try and figure out why you fainted. You have a very low iron count, giving me the conclusion that you have anemia. You also had alarmingly low potassium, magnesium and sodium levels.”
“What’s anemia?” Zack asked, looking at the doctor.
“Anemia is a condition marked by a deficiency of red blood cells or of hemoglobin in the blood, resulting in pallor and weariness. The most common people that become anemic are Vegetarian’s due to their lack of eating red meat. But Anemia can also be brought on to those suffering from Bulimia or Anorexia Nervosa.” The Dr. answered simply, looking over his paperwork to look at his patient. “What I also found a little concerning with you Zack was the calluses you had on the back of your knuckles and the slight swelling of your cheeks, both symptoms of Bulimia.” He paused again. “I would like to weigh you, if you would allow it. Just so I can reaffirm just what I believe your condition is.”
“Is it necessary?” Zack asked, to which he saw the Dr. nodding at him. He took a deep breath before he stepped out of the bed and walked over to where the other man was, standing next to a set of black scales.
“When you’re ready.” The Dr. said, trying to sound reassuring as he poised his pen against the paper, ready to take note immediately of the result.
Zack took a deep breath before stepping onto the set of scales for the seventh time already that day. He groaned inwardly when he looked down to see 118 still staring at him, the fact that he had put his body through all the stress he had and he hadn’t even lost any weight was the worst result he could think of.
“You can step down now.” The Dr. said to him, writing down more then just the number. He looked up from his notes just as Zack was climbing back into the bed. “118 pounds is far too underweight for someone of your height. You should be at least 140 pounds and upwards. It is very clear what you are suffering from and I have no doubts in my mind exactly what the problem here is.”
“I don’t have a problem!” Zack fumed, ignoring the pain in his head. “There is no way in hell I am underweight, either.”
“Zack, please calm down.” The Dr. said calmly. “I am here to help. I am not your enemy. I, like your friends here with you, just want you to be alright.”
“But I don’t need any help!” Zack yelled, not caring how loud he was being. “There is nothing wrong with me!”
The doctor moved over to the door and shut it quietly, so as to try and keep most of the noise inside the room. “I saw the look of anxiety as you were preparing to step on those scales and I saw the look of disappointment when you looked down and saw that number on the scales.” He said quietly. “I have seen thisbehavioura number of times before, both on women and men. I know there is nothing I can do to force you to get some help but you do need to realize that this obsessive behaviour you are forcing your body through every single day is slowly killing you. There is no doubt in my mind that you are having chest pains and heart palpitations.” He paused, seeing the look of absolute hatred coming from his patient. “If you continue down the road you are on, there is a very high chance that your heart will fail you and you will die. We have a psychologist at the hospital that specializes in eating disorders and I think you benefit greatly by speaking to her.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Zack snapped.
“I unfortunately cannot force you to talk to her. At this point in time, I do wish that you were a minor so you could be forced into this because you need this help. I hope your friends and family can help you with this decision.” The Dr. said solemnly. “I will be just at the nurses’ station for a while if any of you have any questions.”
“Thank you, Dr. Cross.” Matt said quietly as the doctor left the room, shutting the door behind him as he left.
“Can you guys go too?” Zack said suddenly, taking the other three by surprise. “I am absolutely exhausted and I am not in the mood to deal with this shit.”
“Okay, if that’s want you want.” Jimmy answered, waiting for Zack to change his mind but there was no changing in the man’s facial expression. “We’ll be back tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay.” Zack replied flatly, letting his head fall back against the pillows once more. “Later.”
“Bye.” Matt and Johnny said in unison as the trio left the room, shutting the door on their way out.
“What the fuck are we supposed to do?” Johnny sighed heavily.
“Dr. Cross?” Matt called out as he spotted the doctor leaning against the counter, writing into his folder.
“How can I help you?” Dr. Cross said with a slight smile.
“We don’t really know how we’re supposed to convince Zack he needs help.” Matt said bluntly.
“The truth is; I have never met someone in his position that was quite as stubborn as him.” Dr. Cross responded. “I didn’t mean to be so brutal with him, but he needed to know the truth. I’m assuming you’ve tried to speak to him about this before?” He asked as he watched the other three nod their heads. “He really needs to see just how dangerous a situation he’s put his life into. The good thing is, being here, he will be forced to eat and not allowed to exercise so hopefully he will be able to gain back some of those much needed pounds. The only thing you as friends can do is try to convince him to speak to someone.”
“Okay, thank you Dr. Cross.” Jimmy said politely.
The doctor nodded before getting back to his paperwork as the three friends and band mates left the hospital, climbing into Matt’s large Range Rover, leaving the hospital after an exhausting day.
“He needs Brian!” Johnny said out of the blue, causing the two men in the front of the car to turn around and shoot him a funny look. “He was obviously upset that Brian wasn’t there today. He needs to see that Brian isn’t still angry at him.”
“I think the boy’s got something, Shadows.” Jimmy said with a goofy grin.
“Yeah, but good luck trying to convince Brian to go up to the hospital to see him.” Matt said absently as he focused on driving, trying to push the current situation to the back of his mind for now.
a/n: sorry if the doctor sounds a little colloquial. i'm not the most eloquent person but i did try lol. thanks for reading and reviewing :)
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