BLOOM'S OSC ONESHOTS (CLOSED FOR A BIT)

Bandages [Cheesy x Trophy]

Requested by: Sekana_418

CW:
- Descriptions of $H
- Mentions of blood, scars, blades

Please do not read this chapter if you are uncomfortable with the above; I am not forcing you to. If you are experiencing this, remember that you are not alone.

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Cheesy didn’t remember when he started feeling so down all of a sudden. He pushed it aside and hoped it wouldn’t come back again. But today, it just came back out of the blue.

He stood there, facing the bathroom mirror. He brushed his hands over his own arm, feeling some old scars that he had made already. They still stinged. It wasn’t enough. Not enough at all.

Trophy wasn’t there. He went out for a walk. He thought maybe, just maybe, he could do this quickly. He could get it over with and move on like he always did. He knew it was unhealthy, but so what? He experienced worse. It wasn’t like anything was stopping him from doing this.

His eyes drifted to the bedside table right outside the bathroom. He walked over to it, reaching to open the drawer. He had done this so many times, it was like muscle memory to him. His slightly shaky fingers slowly opened the drawer, revealing a tiny blade. It looked like it had been taken from a sharpener, and the container was still right beside the blade. Just to hide it, if he needed to.

He doesn’t need to know. He grabbed the blade, the sharpness not bothering him much. He walked back to the bathroom with the sharp item, locking the door as he did so. He looked at his arms which were covered in light scars. He put the blade to his arm, but not touching it yet.

Trophy doesn’t need to know.

He pushed the blade onto his arm, dragging it along the already scarred skin. The blood welled up quickly, more than usual.

“...That’s a lot.” He murmured. He stared as the blood poured down his arms. He felt nauseous all of a sudden. Oh god.

He felt sick to his stomach as the blood fell to the floor. The sound of the blood dripping was driving him mad. His body felt weaker by the second as his legs buckled underneath him. He fell to the floor, feeling the coldness of the tiles surrounding his body. He felt the blood around his arm, the smell filling up the room.

He shouldn’t have done this.

He felt dizzy. His breathing grew quicker as he looked at the door, realizing he locked it shut. He can’t leave. His vision was blurry as all he could see were blobs of color.

The last thing he could hear was the sound of someone calling out his name.

“CHEESY?!”

The sound of beeping machines filled the room. Cheesy slowly woke up, his vision not quite adjusting to the lights above him yet. His head was foggy as he could feel bandages wrapped around one of his arms, the soft fabric pressed up against his skin.

He froze as he realized where he was. He was at the hospital.

Someone found him.

Oh. Oh it wasn’t Trophy, wasn’t it?

Oh god, He couldn’t know. He shouldn’t. He had been hiding this for months, he couldn’t just reveal it now! He couldn’t bear the thought of him finding out, let alone right after he got admitted to the hospital! He can’t know. He can’t.

Cheesy stared at the pale, white ceiling. The smell of hand sanitizer and the sound of the monitors beside him kept reminding him of what he did to himself. That was a stupid idea, wasn’t it?

The door had been closed ever since Cheesy woke up, and he hoped it would stay that way. Nobody should see him while he was still like this, not after he had just hurt himself. As long as he’s alone in the blank, dull room, he will be fine. He will be okay.

His thoughts were disturbed as the door suddenly creaked. Through the crack of the
door, Cheesy could see someone peeking through the gap.

Trophy.

“Cheesy…?”

They both stared at each other in an uncomfortable silence as the room was filled with a quiet hum. Trophy shut the door behind him and walked closer to the hospital bed, Cheesy staring at him in complete fear. What was he gonna say? Is he mad? Upset? Scared?

“Trophy I–“ Cheesy was cut off as Trophy pulled him into a tight hug. He froze as he had a dumbfounded look on his face. Oh god, did he accidently make him worry so much? “Don’t you dare do that again. Please.” He could hear the shakiness in his voice as he squeezed him tighter. He returned the hug, burying his face into Trophy’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry–”

“Shut up. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Trophy loosens the hug a little, looking at Cheesy directly. Cheesy looked so drained; it was so out of character for him. “You’re awake; and that’s what matters.” He muttered as pressed a soft peck onto his forehead. Cheesy smiled as a warm, comfortable feeling went through his veins.

He made it.

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Word count: 934

Hi! This took quite a bit to write [it hit home a little too much…] and I apologize for that.

Other than that, I also have a quick announcement to make!

I made a tumblr account by the same user on wattpad [bloom-vanished], I will be posting writing prompts and maybe some other stuff too, feel free to check it out! ^_^  [please do]

Thank youuu!!