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TW// suicide mention, hospitalization, mention of overdose.
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Schlatt drove as fast as he could home. He saw the clips that Twitter spammed him with. Schlatt knew Tubbo didn't do well with arguing. Why was he always so blind. The drive was quiet, but his anger and panic flooded the car.
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Ranboo finished his fished with Brittany and went to go check on Tubbo. He poked his head into his room. Empty. He searched the house, until he got to the bathroom. Locked. He knocked on the door. No response. He knew that Tubbo had to be in there. "Tubbo?" He knocked again. Nothing. Panic started to settle in as he tried picking the lock with a bobbypin. Once he finally did, he opened the door to a horrific sight. Tubbo laying unconscious with blood spewing from his limbs and a bottle of spilt pills on the counter.
Quickly, he picked Tubbo up and took him out of the bathroom, panic flooding his chest. He heard the front door open and there stood Schlatt. "Ranboo, is Tubbo okay?" He asked, panicked to see Tubbo's condition. "N-no-! What do you think!? I think he attempted when me and Brittany where fighting." Ranboo said, giving the unconscious boy to Schlatt. Ranboo grabbed his phone and dialed 9-1-1, schlatt trying to wake his son up. He told the person on the otherside of the phone what's happened.
Ranboo wrapped a shirt around Tubbo's wrists, applying pressure to it as Schlatt tried waking him up. Soon the ambulance arrives. Ranboo's hands were shaking and tears rolled from his eyes.
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It was a tense silent moment. Ranboo and Schlatt waiting outside of Tubbo's hospital room. Tears ran down Ranboo's cheeks as he waited. His mind raced with possible outcomes. He tried to keep his mind away from one; Tubbo won't wake up..
After hours of antagonistic waiting, the doctors said that he was in stable condition. Relief flooded him and he let out a sigh. Tubbo was stable. For now. Hopefully,
It stays that way.
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