Summary: A very short chapter
TW: signs of trauma, depressive state
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The next days fly past, sleeping mostly. Right after the incident I passed out, and I woke up in my bed. If I got up, it was only to eat, drink, or use the restroom. If I passed Dr Wynstor I ignored him completly, he respected my reaction, but always had a bitter smile on his face. I didn't think much in those days. I just, was sad, I cried alot, and didn't think much about anything. I was just sad. As these days passed, Dr Wynstor didn't try to bother me much, only striking for conversation when I was in the kitchen or when we passed each other sometimes. He understood what I felt in the moment, I believe.
After, I think it was around a week, he knocked on my door "Hey, when you're feeling well enough, I'd have the uhh machine that can send you back ready." he said, leaving the room after he said that. I don't think he knew if I was awake or not. I thought back of the journey, but not on the memories. I just thought why I went. The time before entering this place. Unwilling tears come to my eyes, but I wipe my eyes before they could run. I stood up, walking out of the room. I haven't washed myself in days, wore some clothes that were comfortable enough for days. I walked silently out of my room, leaving the door open, uncaringly. Until I remember something distant. Something, that I left in the room. Even if it didn't mean much, I think I should take it with me. I look through the room, before finding the feather I found shortly before being in this house. I pick it up, before leaving the room a final time. I walked to the living room, Dr Wynstor was stood next to the table, leaning on the couch and inspecting a painting on the wall. Creaks of the floor alarmed him, and he turned to me. "Oh, Tubbo, how nice. Are you ready to go?" he asked me, looking at me with an sad expression painted on his face. I quietly nod, before walking to the table. On it were a few things scattered. Some mechanical things, some tools, some... a flashlight. On it was a flashlight, a small metallic one. "You recognize this? It is indeed yours, Tubbo. I will send it back with you." he explained to me. I pick the familiar object up, inspecting it. It was dirty, probably broken and has a crack as well as scratches on it. But, it was mine.
I place it back on the table, watching Dr Wynstor pull out a plate, and a few other things I didn't understand. He looked at me "I'll have to do a couple things, just think off where you come from, where you've been, what your life was like. Think of everything, as detailed as possible. Just close your eyes and imagine it. I'll do the rest." I do as he says and close my eyes. "Soon you won't hear me anymore. And you'll be back at home. So, I'm saying goodbye now that I still can" he explained, as I kept my mouth shut. I imagined the forest, the library, home... hearing and feeling as Dr Wynstor puts on things on me, and I ignored it as best as could.
As I felt slowly the world slowly drifting away, my thoughts were still running until I passed out yet again.
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