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It's been a bad week. Lost your job, failed to find a new one despite several interviews, your depression has you in it's grips, your psychiatrist is an asshole, you just had people make pig noises at you and now there's a truck hurtling towards you. You close your eyes, ready for things to just STOP.... but a certain symbiote pair swings in to your rescue.
*Trigger Warnings abound in this fic. There are stark mentions and discussions about depression, self harm, fat-shaming, bad doctors, bad hospitals and panic attacks.*
*Written to help me get over the near-death of my mother, when I was in the grips of panic attacks and the very real fear of almost losing her. (She's fine now, but that amount of stress isn't good for someone who has depression and anxiety)*