Our Glory is Now //Jeffmads Oneshots

Fever

Trigger ⚠️ for mentions of self harm and  an eating disorder. Be safe, loves.

Thomas was draped pitifully over the couch, his eyes half closed. He groaned softly, and that was when James entered the room.

"Hey Tho—woah, what the fuck?"

Thomas shot up straight. "Hey Jem, I'm fine,"

James glared at him skeptically, then pressed his hand to Thomas's forehead. "Thomas, you're burning up,"

He winked and gave weak finger guns. "It's cause I'm so hot,"

James rolled his eyes. "No, it's cause your a feverish bitch,"

"Rude,"

"But true,"

James went into the kitchen and came back with some soup. Thomas took it gratefully and started eating while James stared blankly out the window. Thomas squinted at him, then put his bowl down.

"Jem, when was the last time you ate?"

He hesitated. "Y-yesterday, of course,"

"Okay, when was the last time you really ate?"

"Three days? I think?"

"James!"

He winced, but said nothing.

"You're beating up your body, you need to eat,"

James looked down bitterly and mumbled something.

Thomas slid his hand over James'. "What was that?"

James groaned and his voice raised to a  yell. "That's not beating up my body! Cutting is beating up my body!"

Thomas stood abruptly and slid across the floor to where James was standing. He wrapped the smaller man in his arms and felt tears gather in his eyes. "Jemmy, no, please,"

James slumped into him. "Too late,"

Thomas moved his hands slowly up to James' wrists and pushed up his sleeves. The thin lines were bright red and irritated against his dark skin, and James hissed when his fingers brushed over them.

Thomas felt his heart crack. "James, why?"

James looked anywhere but Thomas' eyes. "Do you love me?"

"Yes! Always!"

"That's not what everyone says,"

"Tell me who said what and I'll put them in their fucking place. I'll put them in the fucking hospital,"

"Thomas, don't. They're just people who call you a player and say I'm just your new toy,"

"You're never a toy, James. You're my boyfriend, and I love you. Am I doing something wrong? Do we need to change something?"

James leaned silently into Thomas' chest and hugged him for a while, just appreciating his presence. When a few minutes had passed, James said finally, "Don't change. I just need to get over this,"

"I'll help you. Always. Eat something, okay?"

"Okay, Tommy,"

AN: holy shit I'm not dead. More coming soon.

Freedom,
Wolf

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