Please don't leave again - sbi adoption au

Bad habits - 15

Trigger warnings - self harm, self deprecation, breaking down, crying, over thinking

Wilbur POV

I had just heard about the news with y/n and I went to go check on techno.

I could see that he wasn't in the room so he must be in his bathroom.

I walked over the dimly lit ajar door and gently pushed it open. I was about to ask how techno was doing until I saw the droplets of deep red. Covering the sink, blade still in his hand, indulged.

Not breaking his contact for a second.

Silent tears stripped down his face.

A smile.

"Techno."

He hadn't don't it for years, after we got the therapist for both of us, I slowly got over my eating problems and techno didn't hurt himself to feel something. To make it feel right.

We both had unhealthy habits that were stopped.

He didn't reply for a while.

 "Techno...please tell me you haven't started again -"

 " I didn't mean to. "

His answer was short and abrupt.

 "They were so upset, I failed . I didn't keep them safe. I'm a worthless person and an even more worthless brother."

 I walked slowly towards techno and hugged him from the side, gingerly moving one of my hands from him to grab the medical equipment from the cabinet in the mirror.

 "Can I see your hands please tech?"

 His breathing hitched for a second before he moved his wrists one at a time out towards me and I cleaned them then wrapped them with bandages on the deeper cuts and plasters on the smaller ones. 

He still had those silent tears streaming down his face with a stone cold expression.

Well, until he looked at himself in the mirror.

That was when he broke.

He started hyperventilating and I ended up having to get some music for him to listen to while he breathed in and out to the calming song.

I watched my brother breakdown in front of me, revisit a bad habit and spiral into a panic attack.I

It was ok to feel bad. But keeping it in was something techno did all too often.

when you fill a glass up with berries you can squish them down put the more and more that you add at some point it will overflow, if the berries don't come out then some of the juice does at least.

That was enough for techno.

Phil POV

When I had heard the news Wilbur told me I felt like crying. I felt like it was going to go back to how it was when they first got here.

The locking in rooms.

Not eating the food.

Crying silently at night.

Sneaking out of the house.

Making deals they shouldn't.

Hurting-

Clearly my son needed me. If that was just for someone to talk to , someone to lean on , someone to make sure is ok.

As I walked into the room my son was bundled up sitting cross legged on his bed ,duvet balled up ,him hugging it tightly clutched in his hands and the most noticeable thing being the bandages and plasters on his arms.