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Tommy woke up in a sweat, tears brimming his eyes like a verging volcanic ready to release its ferocious liquid which scolds the skin of all beings.

'Fuck you amar.'he thought, wiping his eyes with a slight hiss from the burning sensation.His wings flutter in a teasing state, almost mocking in a way. 

Tommy just wanted to tear them out.they reminded him of his "father" so much that at one pointed he had binded them tight onto his back. He wanted

Them to go but that was impossible. BUZRTTTT! tom flinched as his phone vibrated on his bedside table as a text came through."hmm?"he hummed out

loud, as if he expected a quiet reply. He opened his messages to see a message from '❣🅿️🅰️🅿️🅰️❣💤' His chest vibrates in appreciation for the male

he had met in college as a freshman.  'You awake? I'm coming over in 20 minutes!' It said, making his fingers flush a purple in impatience. He gets back down

Onto the bed and waits for a small knock to await him.

 

 

20 minutes later

George pov lolololl

the knock finally came, but no answer awaited him. "Can I come in toms?" He asks the person behind the door."I'm coming in! You better be okay!" He gently opened the door, with an extra pair of feet behind him."awh..toms?" Ouxe(dream Xd) muttered, bearly audible. "Oh...hey guys..!" Tommy said. He started to chuckles at the sudden realisation they were there.

 

(Not finished lol)

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Tommy pov! First person!(continuing from 1st)

I pull my sheets off of me and get up, only to realise, I can't feely legs very much."George..mind getting my crutches or wheelchair?" I mumbled, because it's hard to ask him this."of course Tom's! Is it a bad day,do u need medication?do u need help,can u write? Can u-" "George I'm fine, my legs are acting up and I think I might have an episode today." I said,mumbling the last part in embarrassment."oh alright..do u want to be alone or do you want anything?" George politely says, trying to be quieter."Please stay." I crumble slightly, like a brittle piece of ice, melting and snappable.

I eventually got out of his fatherly concern, and got my wheelchair.Now, you may be asking yourself or those around with you,'wheres his parents?'.My parents are on a business trip, which has lasted over 4 years,meaning that my sister has to help me through everything that George and ouxe can't do.

"So...how you been Tom's?" Ouxe anxiously asked, trying to fill in the uncomfortable silence in the small bedroom of his. "Fine how about you, George and ouxe?" I say, emphasising 'fine' in my speech."I'm good, I got some new baking supplies so I can do more for everyone" ouxe chuckles.Baking has been his coping mechanism for over 4 months, and no full episodes have come out of him, it made me proud when he first brought it up.

You see, ouxe suffers from bipolar disorder, meaning his emotions aren't regulated like some one with out it. For example, stress is a big trigger, like if George got stressed, he would let himself calm down or find a solution, which is the case for most people.ouxe, would go into fight or flight, because his body thinks stress is incredibly harmful to him and he could get aggressive or very upset, but because of his medication, he rarely gets those episodes and if he ever did, they would only last a couple of minutes, instead of an hour or more.(sorry if any of this is wrong, it's for the plot and diversity!!!)

"That's great ouxe, how about you George?" I calmly say, putting my hands on both ouxes and George's hands, somewhat comforting them in a way."I've been alright, my narcolepsy has been toned down for once.." he chuckled quietly, due to the fact his recent episodes were actually 1 month ago."you two sound like you have had a great time, I'm glad!" I cheer, knowing that their disabilities may not be physical, but they still affect them and they deserve praise for showing their more than."thanks.." they both whisper, a slight blush from embarrassment.
"Anywho, can some one get me my phone? I need to text my lovely-..purpled.!" I stop myself, blushing from the slip up. "Tommy..!!!" They awwe in fondness, passing me my phone.I grab it, letting my writing show their unflattering raised scars, self inflicted over 1 year ago. They think I'm clean, but little did they know, my thighs say otherwise.Its unhealthy yes, but it's an addiction which with out treatment can and will kill you like a slow burn story, fluff to angst.like the tip of a blade, thick to thin.
I start to grab the phone fully until I realise that my hands look so.... feminine. It makes me want to puke or hate myself even more than I used to.i grimace at them mentally and do what I'm doing on my phone.

I look at our messages and silently cringe, seeing all of the unanswered messages from I."can someone put this phone down, I cant reach.."I ask politely, the wavering in my voice unnoticed by the two.