[ WP ] You wake up with the newfound ability to communicate with your internal organs . They have asked for a meeting .

My stomach lurched violently and I shot up from my bed from the pain. Bleary-eyed and with a hand on my tummy, I looked at the clock on my nightstand. 0400. Jesus. I tried to lie down again. 
 
 `` Javene. Wake up.'' 
 
 I shot back up in fear. It sounded like my voice, but my throat was still heavy from disuse throughout the night. 
 
 `` I'm gon na need you to stay calm.'' 
 
 I nodded numbly, not sure what else to do. I twiddled my fingers nervously, my eyes scanning the room fervently. 
 
 `` The gang and I have decided we needed to have a little discussion.'' The voice sounded strained, as if it was patiently bridling anger. I cleared my throat. 
 
 `` Uh, sure. What's up?'' It came out garbled from lack of sleep and fear. 
 
 `` Okay.'' The voice sighed. `` Lungs, why do n't you go first?'' 
 
 `` Okay, this is bullshit.'' The sudden switch from gentle to abrasive jolted me. `` You've been filling me up with all sorts of shit since you were twelve. We're out of Korea, now; nobody smokes anymore. Nobody likes it, everyone thinks you smell like hell, and I'm feeling some weird stuff going on in here.'' 
 
 `` L-look, I'm sorry,'' I felt sort of insulted, but I knew... Lungs, I guess, was right. Were right? Plural? I do n't know, do they operate independently or what? `` I've been trying to quit, but-'' 
 
 `` Oh, my God,'' Lungs sounded exasperated. `` Shut the hell up. You're nineteen now; an adult. If you really wanted to stop putting me through hell, you would've stopped by now.'' 
 
 I grew quiet. 
 
 `` I've said my piece,'' Lungs sounded sort of pleased. `` Stomach?'' 
 
 `` YOUR DIET. IT'S KILLING ME.'' I jumped up. 
 
 `` Will you guys calm down?!'' I felt stupid, shouting to no one in particular in the dark. 
 
 `` No, man, I miss Mom. She never fed me TOAST for DAYS ON END. Look at your arms. They're emaciated. I'M emaciated. You would n't weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet!'' 
 
 I looked at my abdomen and saw the outline of a few ribs. Aesthetically, I liked it. But putting my hands on my cheeks and feeling the gaunts, I could tell Stomach was right. 
 
 `` Buy some Brussels sprouts or some shit. You're still heterozygous for sickle-cell anemia. You need the iron.'' Stomach sounded more concerned than angry this time. 
 
 Embarrassed, I cleared my throat again. `` You got it.'' 
 
 `` Okay, my turn, I guess.'' The calm voice I heard at first came back. `` I'm Heart.'' 
 
 `` Oh. Is this about my love life?'' 
 
 `` What? No, you idiot. That's Brain.'' 
 
 I groaned and buried my face in my hands. I've never felt so stupid in my life. 
 
 `` You need to start working out. I ca n't deliver blood efficiently when you're sitting on your ass playing video games all day.'' 
 
 `` Oh.'' I blushed. 
 
 `` But also, from all of us? We're getting pretty tired of you making everything go haywire when you talk to that cute boy in Biology class. It's like that's the only workout I ever get.'' Heart sighed. `` Just go for it. You're cute. Whatever.'' 
 
 `` All righty! I think we've said everything we need to say.'' Lungs concluded. `` Anyone else have anything to add?'' 
 
 `` Hey there, I'm Liver. Just wanted to say you're doing a great job. Thanks.'' 
 
 I sighed. At least my lack of a social life counted for something. 
 
 `` Heyyyyy, I'm Kidneys. If you could drink a little more water and stop eating those chicken bouillons, that'd be greaaaat.'' 
 
 I pulled my journal out from under my pillow and started making notes of what everyone wanted. Suddenly, I stopped. 
 
 `` Wait, where's Brain?'' I almost laughed at what I just implied. 
 
 `` Oh, my god. You're Brain.'' I feel like if Lungs could've facepalmed, she would. 
 
 `` You control everything we do and everything this body does. God help us.'' Stomach quipped.
