transboo 2

Chapter 12 (sad edition)

**PART 1 SAD ENDING**

tw: mention of abuse, suicide

tommy pov:

i'm the only one here. phil and techno haven't been back since the day we saved ranboo, i think they're sorting out legal stuff. tubbo comes every day to visit. i haven't left.

ranboo hasn't woken up.

i've been sitting in his hospital room with false hope that he would wake up. he would've woken up by now. he should've woken up by now. that's what the doctors are saying, anyway.

every day grows longer and longer. chances of ranboo waking up seem to be getting slimmer each day.

it's been two weeks since we brought him in. ranboo's parents are going to court, they'll definitely have some sort of sentence. if ranboo dies here, i imagine it'll be 100x worse than what it could be.

they deserve the worst. how dare they hurt their own child? how dare they lure their child back to them after they rightfully escaped?

they make me ill.

the thought that ranboo could die makes me ill.

traumatised from him stabbing himself in front of me, i curl up on the arm of the chair i'm sitting in next to ranboo's bed and i just... break down.

he doesn't deserve what he's been through. the boy has a heart of gold and has never ever hurt anyone else. he always puts others first, no matter what effect that could have on him. how dare the world be so cruel to the purest soul?

suddenly, a nurse rushes in the room, a panicked look stricken on her face, causing me to frantically sit up.

looking over to ranboo, who's in the same position as he has been for a week, she looks back at me with a confused expression.

"sorry, i - uh heard crying? like, heavy sobs, so i came to check on the patient. but clearly, he can't have been crying." she looks at me with sorrow clouding her eyes, "are you okay, tommy?"

that's right. i've been here long enough for the doctors and nurses to know my name more than ranboo's.

"okay is a strong word, polly." i respond flatly.

it also means i'm on a first-name basis with most of them, too.

polly is a middle-aged woman, with her hair in dreadlocks. she is so pure-hearted, making me nearly cry of happiness every time she speaks. she just has that effect on people and i wouldn't have it any other way.

if- when ranboo wakes up and we can go home, i'll definitely miss polly.

"i know that you've gone through a tough time, too. of course, i don't know the ins and outs of it because you've not told me much. but the fact that you sit here and you haven't left tells me enough. i'm allowed to offer you therapy, if you need it, okay?" she smiles sweetly at me, clearly wanting me to get better as well as ranboo.

i'd love to get therapy, but it's probably cheaper in england. maybe i'll consider it when i go home.

"thanks, polly, but i'll wait until i go back to england before i consider helping myself." i shrug.

"if you're sure," she looks uncertain, but doesn't force me into anything. "how about a hug, then?" she asks, holding her arms out, invitingly.

eagerly, i nod, craving human contact after isolating myself in ranboo's room for a week. smiling, she engulfs me in a huge bear hug, not letting go until i start to pull away from her.