Tear In My Heart (COMPLETE)

Chapter Eleven

Tim wasn’t quite sure what happened as his vision began to steady; just that he was now looking at the kitchen ceiling. He remembered he was talking with someone, and that something had been undoubtedly long. But what else? And why was there something soft lying under his head even when he could tell through rolled up sleeves he was lying on the tiled floor of the kitchen?

Something to his right shifted and moved. His still weak body tensed as best it could as his eyes darted to the side, panic setting in as to what it might be -- until Toby leaned hesitantly over him, eyes full of concern. Was he talking with Toby? Yes, yes that sounds about right. He had been talking with Toby, and then he --?

“T-Tim?” Toby asked slowly. His voice sounded cracked, as if he had been crying or shouting. Had they been fighting? No, no that couldn’t have been right. “A-are you al-alright?”

Tim opened his mouth to speak, but only a scratched, breathy sound escaped his lips. He frowned, brow furrowed, before nodding slightly, slowly, carefully. Any sudden, fast movements made his head spin, his vision blur. Had he fallen? Hit his head? Is this why he was lying on the floor with something under his head? Toby shifted closer next to him, and from what Tim could tell -- the kid was missing his jacket? He noticed that before he noticed the kid curling his legs against his chest and arms firmly around them.

“D-Do you re-remember wh-what happened?” Toby went on, still speaking slowly as if worried Tim couldn’t understand him otherwise; or unsure if his own voice and words when speaking to the currently confused Tim.

Slowly, Tim shook his head. Toby sighed, the motion sounding shaky. Tim recognized then that the teen also wasn’t wearing his goggles. They weren’t visible anywhere on his head, and the brunette rarely went anywhere without them; even just to the kitchen. He’d brought his face mask, that was obvious -- but no goggles? Odd.

“Y-you had so-some kind of ep-episode, I th-think,” Toby managed to get out. “Y-you started con-convulsing o-or some-something.”

Tim’s brow furrowed before the realization hit him; a seizure, no doubt. He hadn’t had one in ages due to the medication he took (and likely from Slenderman having no need to send him into one as well) though he assumed one was bound to happen eventually. He just never expected to see Toby looming over him in the aftermath. At least that explained why he looked so worried.

“Y-you gonna b-be al-alright?” Toby spoke again, hugging his legs tighter against his lanky frame.

Tim nodded.

“Th-think you c-can ma-make it back t-to the ro-room? Ca-cause I do-don’t think I-I can c-carry you.”

After a long moment of thought, Tim shook his head. Not yet; not unless Toby wanted to bear the brunt of his weight, and Tim was sure he’d break the other, much skinnier Proxy.

Toby sighed and nodded, looking down at his own bare feet for a long moment. Then, surprisingly and instead of verbally responding, Toby began to shift around until he was lying down beside Tim. The tiled floor must have been freezing on him, considering he wore a sleeveless shirt for a night shirt tonight. But he didn’t complain, of which Tim couldn’t decide whether he was glad for or worried about.

“Br-Brian sh-should be home so-soon,” Toby spoke after a long bout of silence, only the ticking of the clock and his disorder filling the temporary silence. “H-he can pr-probably help.”

Brian should be home soon. Right, he had gone out per Slender’s request. He’d been gone -- what? A day? A day and a half? He was never gone long when he was by himself, and he could help walk Tim back to the room if he still found him -- them -- lying on the kitchen floor. Toby’s breathing had evened out, at least, as they laid there and was now only shaking very lightly. Toby.