one week later and i had gotten sick, i dont know what caused it so i blamed the small flashback i had. i had been sick for a day already and i hate it. i felt really cold and was shaking, my eyes were sore and tired, my head hurt really bad, and i was just tired.
I closed my eyes, wanting to go to sleep again, "Toby?" I opened my eyes again, shutting it when the light came into the room and basically blinded me, i let out a quiet groan and the door was closed. i opened my eyes again and saw Tim standing by the door, "Jack told me you were sick" god dammit jack. i began to sit up but he walked over and pushed me down "sorry, are you hungry?" what the hell was going on? "your room is a mess, toby." he mumbled as he looked around, "are you hungry?" he repeated to which i nodded to. he sighed, "holler if jeff gets in," he muttered before getting up and leaving. I closed my eyes again.
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"Toby? hey toby wake up-" i opened my eyes quickly, panicking since i didnt know who it was. "hey calm down it's me-" i saw Tim and closed my eyes again, wondering what time it was, "thought i told you to call me if jeff gets in." He sighed,
"he didnt," I mumbled, he grabbed my hands to sit me up then grabbed my chin and turned my head side to side, examining my face. i just sat there half asleep and confused. he sighed again "lay back down," i did what he said and he came back with bandaids and a towel. i wiped my cheek before placing a bandaid on it. "i brought you food," he muttered. i looked at it, "why?"
"cause i dont feel like getting yelled at for letting you die," I sat up again and grabbed it beginning to eat. at least it tasted good.
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these stupid flowers. (ticimask)
Fanfiction"hey you okay?" he placed a hand on me and that place felt weird, then i began to felt something grow on it. this cant be happening. TRIGGER WARNINGS!! blood, drugs, angst, no smut, yelling, swears, slurs, near death
