Its not always unrequited... (TubboxRanboo)

He's Not Waking Up

TW: Swearing, mentions of razor blades and self-harm, medical equipment

-Ranboo POV-

I haven't left Tubbo's side unless I was requested to be a nurse since I got to see him. He looks almost peaceful in his state the slow beeping of the heart monitor being a constant in my ears. I hope that Tubbo can hear it, just so he knows he still has a chance. My phone dings and I frown before pulling it out.

'Hey' it reads 'what happened to...'

I sigh and click on the message, pulling up the app to finish reading it.

'Hey, what happened to our date?'

I sigh, shit I completely forgot I promised to go on a date with Jake. I type out a quick reply making an excuse and pocketing my phone after. It chimes again but I don't pull it back out instead looping my fingers into his and squeeze his hand.

I rub soothing circles in his palm like Tommy did and there's no reaction, I can feel just a little hope leave my body when I realize he may never squeeze my hand again. I shake my head to rid it of the bad thoughts and squint my eyes shut.

"He'll be alright mate." I look up to see Quackity nervously standing in front of me.

"Right," I say trying my best to believe him.

"Well anyway, Wilbur told me you haven't left in a few days and I have arrived to tell you to go take a goddamn shower bitch."

I shake my head and Quackity sighs because he expected that answer.

"Look Ranboo I will stay with him while you go home and shower."

"Don't want to leave," I murmur.

"I know but you have to take care of yourself too, you look awful."

"Gee thanks."

"No problem." He says a slight grin curling at the corners of his mouth "now go on!"

"Fine..." I sigh managing a yawn as I stand up.

My bones creak and my back snaps. I realize I haven't fully stood up in quite a bit. I smile at Quackity before kissing Tubbo's forehead a d heading out, casting one longing glance over my shoulder. As I walk out of the room a singular tear trail down my cheek. I shake my head, I cannot be sad because I know he will live.

I make it into the familiar apartment and grin as I see Michael trot towards me his nose in the air. Aimsey has been coming over regularly to give him food, water, and attention.

I scoop him up and nuzzle my face into his neck. I sigh and walk into Tubbo's room before going to the closet and shuffling through his various sweaters.

I pick a pale blue one that would be very oversized on him before grabbing a pair of my old jeans and heading toward the bathroom.

I take a quick hot shower and shiver as the warm water rinses my hair out. Once I'm finished I get dressed and stand in front of the mirror, gazing into my reflection. Quackity is right I look like shit, my skin is paler than usual and there are dark, heavy bags under my eyes. My hair is unkempt after the washing and I slick it back with my hands.

I glance down at the countertop and see a pack of razor blades there. I shake as I pick them up and violently toss them into the trash can. I grimace and head out of the apartment quickly, anxious to get back to Tubbo.

I smile as I see Tommy in the waiting room.

"Tommy!" I call out and he turns startled.

"Ranboob!" I roll my eyes at the nickname but don't protest.

He runs towards me and jubilantly wraps his arms around my torso. I squeeze him before releasing him and stepping back.

"You look better Ranboob," he says scrunching his nose up "you look alive for a change."

"Why thank you, Tommy."

We head off toward Tubbo's room and see him looking just as peaceful as when I left. Quackity as promised is sitting beside him with his hand lightly placed in his hand.

"Thank you Quackity," I say.

"Eyyyyy" he looks up "feeling better?"

I nod and smile.

"You look better too."

I just smile because I know he's right. He stands up and says goodbye before leaving, probably off to see Wilbur. I smile at his departing figure and turn my attention back to Tubbo stress increasing as the monitor beeps quicker.

A nurse hurries in, trying not to look too worried as she checks his vitals. A slight frown adorns her face.

"What's wrong?" I ask anxiously.

"He appears to have an infection." She says quietly.

"What does that mean?" Tommy demands.

"Nothing too bad I'm sure."

She leaves the room to go and talk to a doctor. We seat ourselves beside him and glance sadly over his resting face.

"Do you think he's gonna make it?" Tommy asks in a small voice "Everyone keeps saying yes just because they want it to happen. But what's actually gonna happen?"

"I honestly don't know," I say sighing.

Tommy doesn't reply and my throat seems to close up slightly. Tears well in my eyes and I rest my head on Tommy's shoulder as they run down my face slowly. Tommy wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer resting his cheek on my hair as he sniffles. We stay like this for a while, Tommy clutching onto Tubbo's hand as if it's a lifeline and my arms wrapped around his arm as if it's the same.

The doctor finally enters the room with a clipboard she clears her throat and we look up at her.

"Tubbo does seem to have a serious infection." She starts "It is clear that it is from the blade used on the cuts. It is spreading through his bloodstream rapidly and as of now his chance of survival is not high. We will give him antibiotics and try to stop the infection from spreading but if the blood pumps into his main artery leading to his heart we may have to perform surgery. We don't know if this is possible yet but we will have to wait in see."

Tears slowly drift down both of our faces as the doctor departs.

(1064 words)
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