A family of Misfits

Relapse

As we already established, Ranboo is extremely traumatized and mentally ill. But for the last 2 months they've been doing better. They haven't cut themself; He hasn't purged, they haven't had a panic attack in forever and they haven't been self-isolating.
That was until a week ago. They haven't been eating, they don't leave their room there super panicky, and they cut. Of course, their family didn't know the last part.

(Ranboos pov)

I'm sitting in my room avoiding looking at the drawer next to my bed. It has a small box with my blades and knife in it. I haven't eaten anything in the past 3 days. Minis a small protein bar for breakfast so I don't die. I know my family is worried, but I can't bring myself to care. I just lay in bed staring at the door. I don't know how much time had passed before I heard a knock on the door. I make a hum alerting the person on the other side of the door that they can come in. "Hey, how are you feeling?" my uncle Sam said come and sit on the edge of my bed. I just shrugged, still staring at the wall. "Why don't we get you some food or at least water?" I nod slightly, holding up 2 fingers to signal I didn't want food. He nodded, stepping out of the room only to come back a few minutes later with my water bottle filled with ice cold water. "Can you sit up for me?" he asked, sitting back on the edge of my bed. I look at him a bit before slowly moving to sit up. He puts his hand on my back, guiding me to sit up and handing me my open water bottle. I slowly sip on it a bit before cloning it and giving it back to him. "Thank you" i mutter barely audible he smiles at me "no problem, buddy"

*Time skip because fuck you its late.

It took a few weeks but eventually Ranboo started getting better with the help of their family.