My King - Style Stick of truth

Week 3 Day 1

TW - SELF HARM - ED MENTIONS - PTSD MENTIONS

( Kyles pov )

I woke up to see Stan in the bathroom with the cabinet open, taking out some bandages.
" Stan?" I sat up and began walking towards the bathroom. Stan was just frozen looking down.
" Whats up-" I began to wrap my arms around Stan, I looked down and saw his red, cut up arms.
" STAN!" I turned him around. " WHY?!" I helped him wrap his arms up and tears streamed down his face.
" Stan. I love you so much. More then anything. Why."
I pulled Stan on the the bed and he just began to sob.
" I-I can't deal with this anymore! All my family is gone. Dead. I caused this!" I kissed his head and hugged him tightly.
" I love you Stan. Your family dying, it has nothing to do with you, you caused none of this. I'm taking you to the clinic. Get dressed into something comfortable, your having the day off. My orders." Stan slowly unraveled himself from my grasp and went to take some of my clothes.
" Can we stop by my place later... so I can grab my own clothes..?"
" Sure..." I got up and grabbed some clothes for myself. Just some jeans and a T-shirt. I know everyone thinks that we have to dress are fancy and shit, but we can be comfortable to.
Stan had taken a beige turtle neck and black jeans that had rips in them. He had on his blue beanie with the little red bobble ontop.
" you look good..." he nodded and I took his hand.
" I love you Stan."
" I... love you... too my king." He mumbled. I smiled and dragged him down the hall and through the front door.

I know Stan would have trouble saying anything that shows affection cause he was meant to be my gaurd. I get he's having a hard time allowing himself to say to himself he's dating the king. But I'm just glad he said he loved me this once.

We approached the small hut with leaves as doors.
A small wooden sign read, the clinic.
Stan and I walked in, he was taken back and I wasn't allowed in the room for the examination process.
" Sir...? Did you bring in Stanley Marsh?" I small fairy tapped my shoulder.
" Yes I did. What's wrong?"
" Nothing... I just need to know why he's here, he's not saying anything..."
" Oh. He's having reoccurring nightmares about his father dying every night. He never eats, and when he does he vomits it up after. And he's... cutting himself..."
" Oh my! Thank you sir, we'll get him sorted right away!"
The fairy rushes off and ran into the room Stan was brought in. She went in and out with pills in her hands.
" He's all set, he'll be out in a moment."
" What wrong with him..?"
" I... he was diagnosed with Depression, Anorexia, and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. He has medications for all of these. They should help him."
Stan walked out and I payed the small fairy's double for there care and time.
" Stan! Where are you going?" He was walking off into the woods.
" Follow me." He called, I ran up to him and he grabbed me hand, leading me through the trees and sticks.
" Where are we going?"
" To my tent, my king." Stan picked up the pace a little bit. Cause me to almost trip, but I fault myself.

In the distance, Stan was bent down on the floor. I saw a small green tent, but it had huge holes and claw marks in it.
" Stan..? You lived here?" I felt the piece of rugged
Ripped felt in my palm.
" Yeah... we'll sort of? It wasn't ripped like this when I was here."
I nodded in response.
" So... about the meds..." I look at him and he is folding the last of his clothes, and putting the 3 small pill bottles in his bag. " What do you have to take for them..?"
" Food and water... why?" He put the bag on his shoulders and began taking the remainder of his tent down.
" Cause I want to make sure you actually take them."
" ok..?"
" I went behind him and took the pills out of his bag.
" What are you doing?" He was folding the small felt square into the pot I assumed he used to boil water.
" Reading the prescription... I assume the pill that induces sleep if for your PTSD?"
" I never told you that..." Stan stood up and mumbled.

" The nurse told me, am I correct?"
" Yep."
" The anti-depressants, for your depression, and the hunger inducing meds for your ED?"
Stan just nodded, I saw tears brim his eyes.
" What's wrong...?" I put a hand on his shoulder but he just starts walking.
" Nothing. Let's get back to the castle." I ran to catch up with him, I'll ask about this later.

When we arrived back my parents were gone, Ike was gone too. Just us and some random ass guards.
" Sit." I pointed to a chair and Stan sat down in it.
I made him some bread and honey, with water and his meds on the plate.
" You have to take them every morning, I can read." I smirked and handed him the plate.
He looked at it and took a small bite, I saw tears again, but this time they began to fall.
" Stan? What's wrong." I sat never to him but he just took another bite of the food. Guilt probably.
" I love you Stan." I kissed his head and walked to get myself some water.

When I came back from washing up and having some water, Stan had eaten half of the toast and drank the water. He took the meds, or I assumed he did.
He came up to me and bowed.
" Stan?"
" I'm sorry my king, but we can't continue this... your marriage is soon... you have to pick a girl today... I love you Kyle..." He then stopped bowing and left me in the kitchen. All by myself.

I've been working on my Silver Award for Girl Scouts and I'm so thankful to be writing this again.
Will Stan and Kyle get together or will Kyle except the forceful truth???
I know, but you guys can guess ;)

Sorry this is so short btw :(((

You're enough and I love you
<3