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12.

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tw: unsafe binding, swearing, eating, vague descriptions of injuries ( please tell me if any are missing or wrong, stay safe <3 )

16 hours. He had been wearing his binder for 16 hours straight. But it was okay, he and Tubbo had to be up at 9 to catch the train up to Brighton, he could just set his alarm for earlier so he wouldn't have to sleep with his binder on. It would be fine. Ranboo was lying on the couch, trying to ignore the irritation under his binder. He knew he had to stream, he had promised. So he forced himself over to his PC to set up the stream. Luckily it was a chill stream so he didn't have to put much effort in.

The stream went well although it rendered Ranboo exhausted, having not slept in about 24 hours. He brushed his teeth and changed into some sweatpants, it becoming harder and harder to keep his eyes open. He knew he had to stay awake at least until Tubbo fell asleep so he could take his binder off. But as soon as he flopped onto the couch, his eyes felt even heavier. He tried to fight it, tried to stay awake, but his body was so exhausted he eventually had to give in.

He woke to sunlight blaring through the thin blinds right onto his pillow. Immediately he was aware of the stabbing pain in his chest. Fuck. He sat up a bit too quickly, hissing and clutching the side of his ribs. It was 7am. Why did he have to fall asleep with his gods damned binder on? Why did he let himself do it? Well, today was going to be interesting. He still felt exhausted, his ribs were already fucked so he didn't think there was any point taking his binder off now. Ranboo allowed himself to lie back down, painfully, and drifted into a light sleep.

Tubbo was shaking Ranboo's shoulder, unaware of the extreme pain it was causing his friend.

"Ranboo, dude, come on, get up, we need to get the train." Ranboo groaned in response, showing he was awake, so Tubbo went off to have a quick shower, allowing Ranboo to wake up properly. As he heard the shower start, he attempted to sit up, a shooting pain in his ribs making it difficult. When he finally managed to get into a sitting position, he stared blankly at the floor, breathing shallow. It hurt to take deep breaths, he'd just have to deal with it and hope that no one noticed. Ranboo tried his best to adjust himself and his binder to get comfortable but he quickly realized that it was practically impossible after wearing a binder for 30 hours. 30 hours was nothing compared to how much he would be forced to wear it for the next four months. He'd be fine, he is fine. What would he do if someone asked him what was wrong? What would he do if he passed out? It had happened before, what's to say it wouldn't happen again? What if-

Ranboo pulled himself from his thoughts and got up to grab some breakfast before they left. Although he could feel the hunger clawing at his stomach, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep down much because of his nerves, so just grabbed an apple and began eating. It didn't take long for Tubbo to be finished with his shower and Ranboo could go in. He grabbed his towel, toiletries bag and a change of clothes, including a new binder hidden inside his new hoodie, and locked the bathroom door behind him. Cranking the water to the hottest temperature, Ranboo pulled off his oversized hoodie and t-shirt. He stared at the mirror for a few seconds before pulling off his binder. It hurt a lot but it was off, even if it was only for a few minutes. He sighed, feeling a sharp pain in his sternum as he inhaled. Ranboo hopped into the shower, allowing the water to burn his skin. He sat down on the floor and wiped the water from his eyes. He was excited, of course he was, he was meeting his friends he had known for months that day, but he wouldn't help but be terrified. Terrified that they'd figure out. They wouldn't, right? Not if he played his cards right. If he he said the right things and acted the right way, no one would question him. He'd take an ibuprofen and paracetamol, he'd be fine. They would have no reason to question him. Ranboo glanced at his phone and realized he needed to get dressed so they wouldn't be late for their train. Quickly turning the water off, he dried himself off and stared at his ribs for a few moments. There were red lines where his binder had rubbed on his skin and purple bruises beginning to form.