How could you forget?

Help?

Wilbur POV:

I wake up in the middle of the night, and walk to the bathroom to wash my face. Once I open the door, I see Ranboo crying on the floor. I gasp.

 "Ranboo? Are you ok?" I ask, kneeling down. Ranboo quietly nodded. I shook my head. "Ranboo. You're causing yourself pain on the bathroom floor. You're NOT ok." Ranboo sniffled. 

"Follow me." I say gently. Ranboo nods and soundlessly gets up. I walk with him to my room. He sits down on my bed. 

I grab a box of tissues and pass them to Ranboo. He dabs them on his face. "I'm useless." Ranboo whispers. "No." I mutter. "You aren't useless. People need you." Ranboo turns and looks me straight in the eyes. "Who?" Ranboo asks. "Who needs me?" I start listing. 

"Tubbo, Micheal, Tommy, Phil. And that is just to name a few." Ranboo shakes his head. "No. None of these people need me. I don't remember Tommy or Phil, and Tubbo and Micheal would be fine without me. I am just a stupid, incompetent, two-toned, idiot. No one needs me." I shake my head. "We all need you." Ranboo just sniffles and curls up, falling asleep. 

I gently move him off me, and decide to sleep on the floor.