The Weak James

James was a little sad recently. No matter what he did, he couldn't feel better... or happy. That was because... He... seemed to have begun to vomit these days. Smelling the pungent smell, he wanted to vomit. Looking at the greasy things, he wanted to vomit. Seeing the food, he wanted to vomit. If he was in a bad mood, he would also vomit... He was obviously as well-shaped as a model, but he had lost a lot of weight in a short time. He didn't mind it, because he thought that he could avoid getting fattened in this way. However, he didn't have any appetite, and he vomited from time to time every day. He was going crazy, but he had no strength to go crazy. "Are you still feeling bad?" Elizabeth sat at the edge of the bed and looked at James with concern. James raised his head weakly and glanced at Elizabeth. Then he nodded feebly, "Yep." He vomited once again just now and spat out everything in his stomach before he went back to the bed.  Looking at where they were sitting... Elizabeth c