𝕊𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕓𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 ♡

If tomorrow starts without me pt.3

I know how much you love me, as much as I love you.

And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too.

Or

Sam finds out. Colby's condition only gets worse from here.
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Colby knows as soon as he wakes up that it's going to be a very bad day.

He aches.

Everywhere.

After coming home yesterday from his moms he was exhausted. Could feel the way his body protested as he hiked his way up to his room. He all but collapsed on his bed and before he knew it he was fast asleep within seconds. Eyes bloodshot and heavy with tears and grief.

He wakes up the next morning feeling awful. There's a pounding in his head and his throat feels dry and raw, scratching every time he swallows. When he puts a hand to his forehead, he thinks he feels hotter than usual, probably running a fever. His eyes feel swollen and puffy too and there's a cramping in his lower back that makes it uncomfortable to lie in any position other than his stomach.

He does not want to get out of bed.

His meds sit on his dresser by the door but he can't even muster enough energy to reach for them let alone get out of bed. Even the thought of turning onto his side causes him to ache, something under his skin like a prickling itch that he can't scratch. He reaches out a trembling hand and tries to reach for the phone on his bedside table, taking him two or three tries just to grab it with how bad his hands shake.

" Cabt come over tday" Colby tries his best to type, sending it to Brennan just before the strength in his hands gives out. His fingers spasm over nothing, burning like liquid fire in his veins and he lets out a quiet gasp at the intensity of the pain, shoving his face against his pillow and trying his best to ride it out.

Fuck, he needs his meds .

His phone pings and he looks through bleary eyes to see Brennans reply.

Bren: why what's wrong?

Bren: Colby are you alright??

Bren: Do you need anything right now?

Colby doesn't answer, closing his eyes and wishing his hardest that he could just sink into the bed. At least then he wouldn't be in this absolute hell.

There's tears gathering at the corners of his eyes and Colby lets them fall, knowing no one is here to see him. There's no one he has to be strong for, no one for whom he has to put on a mask.

" Fuck ," he whimpers, clenching his eyes shut and pressing his sore hands tightly against his forehead. It helps the aching only a little, every part of him so incredibly tired that he feels the most grounded in his body that he's ever been. The one time he wishes he could float away and he can't even get that as a courtesy.

He jumps when his phone rings suddenly, so loud and grating that it goes straight to his head like a bullet, causing the ache in his head to increase tenfold. He lets it ring it out, covering his ears with his hands to muffle the noise.

There's another text on his phone, the notification alert piercingly loud in his ears.

Bren: Colby answer me please

Bren: If you don't reply I'm sending someone up there to check on you

Bren: I know you don't want anyone finding out yet but I can't let you suffer alone brother

Bren: Colby???

Even though he is fully aware of how scared and worried Brennan will be, he doesn't have enough energy to reply. Feeling dizzy and nauseous beyond belief, Colby closes his eyes and tries his best to fall asleep.