Inktober but it's written stuffs

Day 19: Health issues

Just a small heads up, this has mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts, self harm, medical problems, etc. If you wish to not read something with these, I'll suggest skipping to the next day.

The target souled skeleton leaned against the window frame, gazing at how far the drop was. His room was on the third floor and it was more than a ten foot drop. He was tired of all that was happening to him. He was tired of all the health issues he had to deal with.

He couldn't run around outside like he used to. He couldn't be alone when he wanted to, like he used to. He couldn't stand up on his own for very long like he used to. He couldn't seem to feel a sense of calm like he used to. All of these problems piling up onto one another, it made him depressed. Really, really depressed.

"Killer, I'm here with-" the more positive guardian said before pausing. He quickly set the tray of food onto the dresser and hurried to Killer. "You need to be laying in bed or if you wanted to look out, I could have grabbed a chair for you."

Killer's hands gripped onto the bottom of the windowsill outside. "I can't seem to do anything by myself, now can't I?" He asked, his tone low and mumbly.

Dream frowned softly at him as he gently wrapped his arms around Killer, getting ready to help him to the bed again. "You can, but myself, Nightmare or Cross will have to help you." His voice was gentle and calm.

Killer frowned slightly. "Just let go of me, I don't want help," he mumbled. "I want to get around on my own..without help."

"I get that but with your-"

"Yeah, yeah, my god damn health," Killer quietly grumbled, cutting Dream off. "I'm so fucking sick of having these problems! You guys are perfectly fine while I'm here doing anything but I'm just being absolutely fucking useless! It's so fucking stupid!"

"Hey, hey," Dream quickly said before letting out a small breath. "You're not useless, you mean so much to all of us. I get that not being able to get around by yourself is annoying. I do get that in a sense because of breaking my ankle a few years ago." He paused for a few moments before speaking again with a gentle tone. "We're happy to help you as much as we can. We all love you so much."

Killer looked away. He felt like they didn't. He knew they did but it really didn't feel like it. He felt as if he was this big burden to all of them and if he were to go away, it would make things much easier. He knew if he had gone away, they would notice but not care. Them saying they care is all fake is what he thinks.

Dream frowned a little more as he sensed a big wave of negativity coming from Killer. "How about I just help you to your bed and we can cuddle and eat together, does that sound alright?"

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The goopy king sat at his desk. He sighed as he looked at different papers, notebooks, and journals that were of Killer's medical conditions. Them being from the early stages to now. Some of the things that were in the notebooks and journals were his handwriting along with the other two, his brother, and the red and white eyelighted skeleton.

He slightly flinched as there was a gentle knock on his office's door. He glanced up before calling out, "Come in."

The door opened to reveal the more positive guardian. There was a frown present on his face.

Nightmare frowned as he felt and could see that something was clearly wrong. "Come and sit," he said, motioning toward the chair in front of his desk. "What could be the matter now?" His tone held concern and also was gentle.

Dream walked in, shutting the door behind him. He went to the chair and sat down. "It's about Killer, he's getting worse."

Nightmare frowned a little more as his expression softened. "Anything different that stood out for you to make this conclusion?" He asked, raising a 'brow'.