Cry comes with me to the hospital. Luckily, our parents are all in the same room. My mother is on the left bed and my Father is on the right bed. Cry’s mother is in the middle. It’s very quiet and I don’t like it. Me and Cry sit back to back and we lace our hands together. I can feel him relax and I follow too, leaning against him. We chat idly to our resting parents, occasionally pausing to look at the other’s bed, even if we can’t be seen by them.
“Are you okay?” I ask my Father, seeing as my mother is sleeping at the moment. He nods but doesn’t speak, the smoke having hurt his lungs. I smile in relief and look towards Cry. He nods at me so I know his mother is fine too.
“Mum says to rest” Cry whispers to me. I nod and shuffle forward, leaning on my Dad’s bed. He rests a hand on my head and I sigh, closing my eyes. I can hear Cry doing the same. I think I’ll only nap for a little bit...
A large bang makes me jolt awake. I can see Cry shaking me, eyes wide with panic. My ears are ringing but I can see my parents panicking. Probably because my body is rocking so suddenly.
“W-Who are you?” My Mother manages to croak out. My eyes widen and I look to Cry for a moment before looking to both my shocked parents.
“You can see him?!” I ask with panic before another explosion echoes. Cry trips onto me but I manage to support him.
“Cr-” I cut myself off as he stares in shock towards the empty bed.
“You... can see him?” He asks, pointing to me. I don’t know what his mother said but I can feel him grip my wrist tightly. He nods and turns to my parents. “I’ll keep him safe”
“Wh-” I’m cut off as Cry yanks on my arm and drags me out of the room. I turn and scream for my parents but I’m dragged too far away. My mind gives up and I turn, stumbling along with him.
We run for god knows how long, down the streets and along the parks, trying to get further and further away from civilization. It takes a few hours but soon we arrive at our little iding spot - A old shed. I fumble with the lock while Cry keeps an eye out for anyone.
“Got it” I say, opening the door and going in. Cry follows and closes it, locking it from the inside. Together we sit down on the stools and look around. This is our shed. Our untouched shed. One half is mine and the other is Cry’s. We each keep things here, stuff the other can’t see and some days we play games, like guessing what we keep on our sides. Mine is coated in pictures and that is enough to earn a sob from me. Cry rests a hand on my shoulder.
“I had pictures on my walls too” He admits, making my head jolt up. My sobs stop and we begin to chuckle. We’d never admitted to keeping the photos on our walls before, like it was something to be ashamed of.
“I think... it’s us” Cry says. I lift my head and look at him with confusion.
“Us?” I question. He nods.
“We’re the source...” Cry explains. “Like... the universes are clashing. We’re an anomaly” I look at him with more confusion but turn to reach for a book that we both constructed. We made a lot of the books in this room. We take books from our world and glue the pages into the same book. That way, both of us can read it. I flick through and stop on a page of two circles connecting together in a small part.
“Is that... us?” I ask. Cry nods with much regret and a defeated sigh escapes me.
“Want me to explain more?” He asks and I nod with hesitance.
“Please” I request.
Cry’s explanation was somewhat simple. He said it’s like when you ball your fists together and then do that rolling motion where you move your hands around in a small circle, like in dancing. The slower you go, the longer you go without hitting your other hand. But as we speed up the spinning, the harder it is to keep your hands away and you keep getting hit. It’s why these explosions are happening. Our worlds are clashing and struggling to deal.
“What do we do?” I ask him. He shrugs his shoulders.
“I don’t know” Cry answers. I sigh and he copies.
“Let’s just rest...” I suggest. Cry agrees and we push our things aside. Despite it being a shed, we keep it rather clean and hospitable. The floor is the softest carpet we could both afford and we snuggle down in it, sharing a blanket between the two of us.
“Night Cry” I murmur.
“Night Pewds” He mutters in response before we both drift off to sleep.
