This is Recovery. | A SBI Angst|

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Tommy

It's 3 p.m, and I haven't done anything besides watch YouTube videos in bed all day. I've been thinking about Wilbur all day. I hope he's okay.
I didn't have the appetite to eat breakfast or lunch today, and I probably won't end up eating dinner either. I told Dad that I ate lunch at 2:00 p.m, so by time dinner rolls by I can just tell him I'm still full from lunch and I'll eat dinner in a bit.

Why am I planning excuses so I don't have to eat again? That's something I used to do... I thought I stopped doing it?

Until all this stuff happened with Wilbur I hadn't realized how much I relied on him for everything.

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Technoblade

"I'm going to my room to take a nap," I announce.
I've been sat on the couch watching horror movies on Netflix since I woke up. Ranboo came down while I was watching Scream, and we watched the first three movies.
I lay down in bed and close my eyes, slowly drifting off into a slumber.
"It's okay..."
"You- you bastard..."
"Shhh... it's okay," he whispers, "I love you."
I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling for a minute. I toss and turn in bed until I finally close my eyes and slowly drift away again.
"I love you."
"S-stop... get off me..."
"Shh..."
"Get.. off...!" I try kicking him off me, but to no avail.
"Why? Isn't this what you always wanted?"
"N-no!" I protest.
"Liar. You like me touching you. You love the way my hands feel all over your body. You like how I make you feel."
"No I don't..." I feel ashamed.
"You do. You crave it." He goes to caress my face.
My eyes shoot open in a panic, and I slap away the hand about to touch me. It was Dad, he was looking at me with a concerned look. He goes to touch my shoulder but I smack it away.
"Don't fucking touch me!" My breathing was heavy and my hands were trembling.
"Woah, Techno... what's wrong?" Dad takes a step back. I grab my water bottle from my nightstand and take a sip of it.
"Sorry," I mutter.
"What was that about?" He asks.
"Nothing. Just a nightmare."
"Schlatt, wasn't it?"
I nod slightly. "Can I have a minute alone?"
"Yeah... okay..." he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. I sigh and bury my face into my pillow.

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Tommy

Ranboo comes back upstairs and into my room. "Hi..." he smiles and sits down next to me on my bed.
"Hello."
"Are you going to come out of y-your room at all today?"
"What're you? My dad?" I chuckle.
"I-I, n-no I-I was just worried... s-sorry." He starts stuttering over his words, and he almost never does that anymore.
"Dude, chill. I was kidding."
"Oh... yeah... haha. Sorry." He smiles slightly and stops talking. I feel the hunger in my stomach. It felt good.

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Wilbur

Emmett helped me put away all my belongings and he taught me some basic etiquette. I felt bad that someone as young as him was in a place like this. I didn't want to ask why, and I wouldn't until he asked me.
"Oh! It's dinner time!" Emmett jumps up from his bed. I look at the clock.
"Oh."
"Let's go!" He says. He runs to the door and waits for me. I get up and follow him. He takes me to the cafeteria, and I wait in line behind him.
What's for dinner tonight? Jail food.
I look at the slop on my plate and try not to gag. I sit down at a table beside Emmett. All of the other patients are getting served their food or sitting down. A few nurses are in the cafeteria watching us. I eat my food as quick as possible with my plastic utensils.

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Tommy

Dad didn't look too happy when I told him I wasn't hungry because I was still full from lunch.
I roll onto my side and look at the time on my phone.
10 p.m.
Everyone seemed to be settled into their rooms by now. Ranboo was laying next to me sleeping, I heard Techno go into his room after supper, and Dad must've gotten bored from being by himself so he went to his room.

I stare at the back of Ranboo's head. I feel a wave of emotions hit me at once. I roll over and hug Ranboo because I wanted comfort and I'd normally go to Wilbur for that, but he's not here.

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Wilbur

Around what's considered bedtime here, which is actually just 8pm, we get called to get sleeping meds so we fall asleep. I take them without complaint and get into my bed. I was aware that tomorrow was going to be filled with me having to vent to strangers while they nod and say, "ah yes... and how did that make you feel?..." while writing stuff down on a paper clipped to their fancy little therapist clipboard. I can hear Emmett's little snores and soft breaths. I wonder what Tommy did all day? Was he okay? Did he make sure to eat all 3 meals? Is he taking care of himself? Did he get a bit of fresh air at least?
My thoughts are silenced when the meds knock me out like a light.

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Sorry for not uploading for a while. I've been busy with school and other stuff in my life. :)