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~23: Hospital Honesty~

tw// ptsd, descriptions of gore and blood, angst

They bursted out of the elevator to rush down the hallway.

"Walk, please!" A kind nurse called out to them.

"Sorry!" They yelled an apology.

Tommy was the one to open the door. The relief on their faces felt unnatural in a sense where they couldn't comprehend the emotions they felt.

"Thank goodness- dude I need to sit-" Ranboo let out a relieved sigh as he walked to find a chair in the room. Tubbo and Tommy trailed closely behind and found a seat on a couch.

"What even-" Tommy stopped himself. "You can't just leave us off like that."

"Well I did and I have been stabbed." She somehow beamed at her friends with a cheery smile and a thumbs up.

"You fucking what?-" Tubbo replied dumbfounded.

She let out a playful chuckle.

"Well kind of. My internship threw me into the job without any training and made me patrol half a neighborhood with my brother." She continued to ramble.

"They assumed my brother could handle me alone but we ran into an extremely..." She trailed off. Her fidgeting hands made their way to her neck to rub comfort.

Though the comfort was replaced with the memory.

It was like she was there again.

The hospital bed was replaced with the cold concrete ground. Loud noise echoed in her brain like an empty parking garage. Sound bouncing around everywhere, loud.

She could feel his cold dead hands on her neck. The fighting for air with no air coming back in return. She fought and fought but it hurt more and more, mentally and physically.

Dream screaming ripped her heart to shreds. His terror with every shriek. The pool of blood that flooded his arm. He was so scared, so so scared.

The body in that bag. The smell will never leave her nose. The eyes staring back up at her. They had no more warmth but they burned into her soul. The family of the victim, how terrible is that? You finding out that your own family member was murdered. Oh how the family feels-

"Drista?" Tommy's gentle voice called out for her within the haze. It was like a hand reaching down in water to pull her out. She was drowning, drowning in her own memory.

She moved the hand from her neck onto her cheek. A small tear was wiped away.

Shit.

"Oh- The villain wasn't good." She continued dryly. "Yeah. The villain stabbed me in the leg but it wasn't too bad. The police and paramedics arrived just in time."

"What about your brother?" Ranboo asked, trying to brush off the fact he had seen someone with such a thick security barrier just tear it all down.

Her breath felt snatched away again, she was back into the moment. The hand outstretched let go and she fell back into the water.

With Dream screaming in agony and it echoed so loudly in the alleyway. Alleyways will never feel the same way.

"He-" She could feel her eyes failing on her, slipping a few tears. "He's doing ok."

"That's good! At least he's not doing bad." Ranboo comforted her which she was really grateful for.

Ranboo had always been a good friend to her. He was good at picking up on peoples' tendencies and things they enjoy. It was probably because he wasn't the best at talking about himself, so he would make up for it and talk about other people.