Take The Monsters Away (boyxboy)

Depression

      James

As I wake up, I see Thomas laying there, eyes closed as he sleeps peacefully. I see Brittany wander into the room, which is my cue to get out of bed. What time is it? Grabbing my phone, I realize it's 9am, of course he's not gonna be up.

"Breakfast?" I ask groggily, running my hand through my hair.

She nods as we walk to the kitchen, her eyes searching me inquisitively. As I begin to make eggs, I'm shocked the noise hasn't woken Thomas. I'll check on him in a bit, as I finish cooking, I make a plate for Brittany, as she starts gobbling it down. Turning off the stove, I walk back to my room, as I see Thomas laying there.

Blank stare, hopeless, everything gone from his eyes.

"Hey." I whisper, sitting on the bed beside him, running my fingers gently through his hair.

He hasn't had a depressive episode in over month, I should've expected it.

"Love, I'm going to get you some food, I need you to eat, but I'm not making you get outta bed alright."

I walk back out, seeing Brittany still at her plate, she doesn't really talk to me, but I'm trying. Her eyes follow me creepily, as I make a plate for Thomas, setting it on the night stand as I reach our room. The best thing to do is let him have his space for a bit, but check on him.

"What's wrong with Thomas?" Brittany asks.

"Oh he's not feeling well, he'll be okay soon though."

Just as I say that, I hear a gagging from Brittany, as she covers her mouth. She runs to the bathroom, me following behind as she begins to puke. I've got one guy having a depressive episode, and this child puking. Good morning to me. I listen to her, and it honestly pains me, hearing the retching out of the 4 year old. I walk to her room, grabbing her some clothes to change into, setting them in the bathroom with her. This could not have happened at a worse time, oh my god.

I split my attention between the both of them, and when Lauren finally falls asleep on the bathroom floor, the pitiful sight really. I pick her up, laying her in bed, putting a trash can beside her. I also set a water bottle next to her, so she has something to drink, before leaving to check on Thomas. Considering I've been puked on 3 times, I strip from my shirt, hoping I don't smell like puke, as I walk over to Thomas. Considering he doesn't move away from me, I safely assume I don't smell like puke, which is good.

His breakfast sits there untouched, as he lays there, trapped in his own thoughts. Depression taking over, as all he can do is lay there in his misery. I take his breakfast, setting it in the kitchen, before making my way to him.

         "Hey, I'm going to get you some new clothes, alright?" I explain, walking towards the closet, grabbing a pair of pale pink sweatpants, as he interrupts me.

      "Can I have your hoodie that you always wear?" He mumbles bashfully, as I walk back to the chair where my hoodie is usually kept.

      "Yea sure." I grab him a new pair of boxers, passing him his clothes.

    He changes sluggishly, but I don't really mind, as he crawls back into bed, curling up into the blankets.

"Is Brittany okay?" He asks.

"She's sleeping now she's just sick. She'll be okay though I hope." I reassure him.

He nods, moving over in bed to let me lay down. Laying down beside him, his head partially buried in my hoodie, as he lays his head on my chest, his arms wrapped tightly around me. Pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head, I move to wrap my arms around him. I feel a calming relief flood over me, as his body slowly relaxes, melting into mine, as he starts to fall asleep,

"Good night." Thomas mumbles again, as he starts to fall asleep.

    "Thomas it's like 10a-"

    "Love you."

    *Time skip*

    Lauren still can't keep anything down, all she does is sleep and puke, eating measly bits of food to give her some fuel. It's been two days of this, yes I called a doctor, the appointment is tomorrow. Thomas on the other hand...well. He gets out of bed..but literally only to pee or something. He hasn't showered, nor has he changed his clothes today. Welcome to my house, if I have a depressive episode we are all fucked.

Currently it's 6am, and I've laid Thomas on the couch, his whine of protest, as he grabs onto my neck so I can't put him down, but I need too. I have to change the sheets so they don't smell as bad. I change them every week, and his depressive episode happened to overlap, but I need to change the sheets. I lay a blanket on him, before putting the sheets in the washing machine, and going back to him.

         "Hey." I whisper, sitting in the space between his head and the arm of the couch.

         He sets his head on my lap, before falling back asleep. I can't really do much, so I turn on the TV to Friends. Absentmindedly, I run my fingers through his hair, as he looks up at me suddenly. Shit I thought he was asleep.

       "I love you." Thomas mumbles, zombie like, but his eyes showing the smile he can't manage. 

        "I love you too, Thomas, you need a shower, do you want to get it now?" I ask, as he sits up, going to my outstretched arms.

         At least some emotion is back, not much but some.

    "James really?" He moans, complaining.

    "Yes really, not now but in a bit."

        "Goodnight."  He mumbles, going to sleep.

     "Goodnight." I mumble sadly, realizing I'm not going very far with this.