And I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for

I try

TW: Panic/anxiety attacks, eating disorders,

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Four days have passed since Technoblades execution, four days since he had a good nights rest, four days since Tommy had been found in the snow and dragged in half dead.

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Tommy woke up slowly, no jerking awake like usual on the beach he'd been living on for the past while. He sat up and stretched, wincing as his back popped and his shoulder stung.

Wait

This wasn't Tnret

Where was he? He swiftly threw off the furs and blankets piled on him and moved to get up when he realized he wasn't alone.

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Technoblade hadn't meant to fall asleep while watching his little brother, but thats what happens when you're killed, revived, and then plunged into the position of worried older brother whose little brother cant take care of himself.

The last thing technos sleep deprived brain could recall was a book slipping fro m his hands and Chat telling him to sleep, they'll watch Tommy.

Hah, as if.

The first thing Techno's less sleep deprived brain is aware of is quiet sobs coming from the bed. He shot awake at that, shaking his head to get rid of the sleep, and looking to his bed.

Tommy was curled up, knees to his chest, against the wall, blankets strewn about him as if he had tried to escape them. Tommys shoulders were shaking as he struggled to breath, his hands gripping to tight to himself, and his sobs muffled.

"Tommy -" Techno started, but cut himself off when the boy flinched from the sound, muttering and rocking himself back and forth.

"Hey, kid, kid can you look at me please?"

Tommys head shook back and forth as he continued mumbling. Techno sighed before making  soft grumbling noise from the back of his throat, one meant to calm scared baby piglins, a noise he thought he'd never have to use.

Tommy seemed to calm a little at that, his rocking slowing slightly and his grip loosening on his arms. Techno kept the comforting noise up, hoping that Tommy would be calm enough to listen now.

"Toms, buddy listen to me please, just for a moment, ok bud?"

" O-okay," came the shaky reply, making techno smile softly, the rumbling getting louder.

"Can you do something for me real quick?"

An affirmative nod

"Can you look up for me and name five things you can see, for me, please?"

Tommy shakily looked up, eyes roving around the room before settling on Techno.

"The- the blankets, the book on the floor... Your cape, the picture of our family... You."

Techno smiled again, happy with that.
"Good job Tom's, now four things you feel?"

"The furs, the bed,"

Tommy paused and reached up, realising his legs, and felt his matted greasy hair, cringing at how it felt.

"My hair, and my head," he finished softly, hands still carding through his own hair. It was a relaxing feeling after all.

"Now three things that you hear?"

Pausing the younger listened intently for a moment, before answering.
"My heartbeat, and your weird ass rumbling noise,"