Maybe not?

chapter 8

Dream layed with Tubbo that whole night. Refusing to move even an inch away from him let alone be somewhere he couldn't see him. He felt so bad, what could he do? This house was absolute shit but at least Schlatt was away most of the time, they mostly had the house to themselves. Of course, he had contemplated telling people and getting them out, but that would only end in them being put into the foster care system and god knows how shit that is. They may not even be in the same house and Dream knew neither of them would be able to cope with that.

Even after Tubbo fell asleep, Dream didn't get any more sleep that night.

In the morning when Tubbo woke up he felt like he had been hit by a truck. His head was pounding and his whole body was in pain when he moved. However, being the stubborn kid he was he pushed through and sat up, blinking away the incoming dark spots and feelings of nausea to see Dream asleep slumped against the wall. 

Tubbo assumed he fell asleep at a ridiculously early time this morning, most likely telling himself he was just going to sit down for a second before completely passing out.

If they were quick, Tubbo would be able to get ready for the school day without making enough noise to wake Dream up. He mentally tried to prepare himself to stand up, dragging his legs over to hang off the side of the bed. It felt like trying to move lead bricks but he pushed through, eventually forcing his body to stand up but immediately regretting. He rushed out of the room as quietly as he could, making his way to the bathroom where he promptly fell to his knees at the toilet and hurling the content of his stomach, which, wasn't much. Wasn't anything probably, though he couldn't bring himself to care, instead he moved over to the sink and washed out his mouth before heading back to Dream's room.

Dream woke up to the sound of the toilet flushing, he quickly made his way to stand out the front of the bathroom.

"Tubz? you ok in there?" He knew he probably was and that he was probably overreacting but he could never be too sure when it came to his little brothers' health or safety.

"Yeah," a very raspy voice replied, it almost didn't even sound like Tubbo, the voice was hoarse from screaming for help last night and his throat was so sore from just throwing up. Tubbo did not honestly think he would make it through the day but he knew he had to try to just push through it.

Tubbo unlocked the door and walked out, he saw the state of Dream and instantly felt bad. He had darker eye bags than usual, which, usually Tubbo would think impossible, apparently not. Tubbo felt extremely guilty for making his brother so worried, he decided they would need to do something to make it up to him.

"Are you okay?" Dream was rendered speechless. Tubbo was asking him if he was alright. Tubbo, the boy who was brutally abused by his father last night, who would be left with scars that never allowed him to forget about it, the little boy who had been in so much pain he couldn't even see, was currently asking him if he was ok? Of course he was, this was his little brother he was talking about. He is the most selfless person Dream knew. Probably in the world.

Dream knew he looked like shit. however, he doubted Tubbo knew just how much more shit Tubbo looked right now, despite just emerging from the bathroom. Since the age of 8 Tubbo had despised looking at his whole face in the mirror, or any reflective surface. Tubbo had always looked more like Schlatt than Dream and Tubbo knew that, he recognised similarities and eventually couldn't even bear to see his own face anymore. At the age of 8.

"Yeah, yeah Tubbo I'm fine, i- how um? How are you?" Tubbo wasn't going to answer that question honestly, he had been preparing answers to it subconsciously all morning.