𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 , 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐨

~ fiftyeight ~

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Fifty-eight
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~ Vee's Pov ~
Tw: blood, cuts, thoughts of self-harm, depression.

I awoke by subconsciously scratching at dry blood along my cuticles.

"oh" I mumble, slowly realizing and remembering what happened before I—fainted?

To put it simple, my hand was throbbing, and glass littered my floor.

So it wasn't a dream.

Fun.

I decided not to clean up right away, to be honest; yes, I was in a lot of pain. But also, there was something strangely calming about this.

Or maybe it's the opposite of calming, and I'm just too careless to even help my own injuries.

That's sad.

Why am I so sad.

Lots of reasons.

It kinda hurts to think about right now.

I sighed glancing at my hand, if I didn't get this treated or—do something soon. Things could get worse, and I already had enough to worry about, losing a hand would not help.

As I very calmly brainstormed what I could do, one of Ranboo's statements drifted into my thoughts,

"they have work today, in which your Dad's gonna leave at 7:30, and your Mom will leave at 8:00. Your Mom will be back around 5:50, and your Dad will come home in the next 15-30 minutes after that."

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~ Ollie focused 3rd Person ~

A mere 50 feet away or so, Iris, Ollie, and Charlotte watched Tubbo practice for MCC live, he was in a completely different setting than usual. (Ollie had remembered him mentioning he moved most of his setup to this office space area for Ranboo's visit)

It had been over 24 hours, and there was complete radio silence from Vee. Or—letter silence.

The ladder wasn't there when Ollie got back from the airport, so of course she assumed the worst.

But then again, she does that a lot on default.

"d'you think Vee's alright?" Ollie worried to the group,

"no" Iris shook her head, "She's not alright"

"I can always count on you to be optimistic Iris" The brunette teen mused before sighing in agreement, "her window's not open..."

"did she close it?"
"doubt it" Ollie shook her head, "parents most likely did something"

"f*ck them" Charlotte stated,

"retweet" a newer voice was added to the conversation, and all three girls gave each other a glance of confusion, "can you guys help me get this glass out of my hand please" Vee holds out her left hand, blood covered, and shaking like crazy.

"oh my god" Iris jumped up from the couch, finally registering what was happened, "how'd you get in?"

"I walked out my front door—then came over here—1008 is the code," Vee hooked her uninjured thumb over her shoulder, towards the back door, "I think I've lost a bunch of blood..."

Ollie was concerned for Vee. Her dark eye bags were nearly purple looking, and her usually wavy long hair was frizzy, and put into a low bun that looked untouched for days, (even though Ollie had last spoke to Vee yesterday morning).