Tw// coma, body horror
. . .
The sounds of the hospital were too overwhelming.
The beeping machines to the constant chatting of people unknown to Tubbo.
Trapped in his little brain, he was playing with Tommy.
Him and Tommy was all he could think of.
The little moobloom and his magma-cube friend playing in a teleporting device, designing their make-believe personas.
It was the perfect world.
He couldn't ask for anything better.
He felt safe and secure.
So when he opened his eyes on his own for whabfelt like the first time in forever, he was naturally confused.
And scared.
That wasn't something he felt for a while.
The pain was overwhelming him, but he couldn't scream. All he could do was cry.
Arms wrapped around him, almost painfully.
It was a woman with curly brown hair. She was crying.
His eyes seemed to open wider though the tears, at the far end of the room their lay a little girl with a box on her head, presumably asleep.
Tubbo willed himself to go back to sleep, he wanted his family back.
These people were strangers to him.
He wanted Phil, his father.
Wilbur and Techno, his twin older brothers.
And Tommy, his brother- his best friend.
Why could he have them here instead of these random people?
His vision became blurry, he couldn't tell if it was from tears or panic.
He finally built the courage to scream.
At the top of his lungs, screamed until more scary people came in.
He lashes at the woman who was holding. He couldn't hear her say something about being his mother through his screams.
The loudness woke up the girl laying down, her box tilting from the harshness of her jolting up.
The woman ran to her, putting her hands in the girls box to cover her ears.
Tubbo just continued to yell, continued to cry, continued to hurt. It's all he knew.
He didn't know anything in this life.
People came in and grabbed him, putting a clear mouth mask over him.
He was able to breathe clearly after a few minutes.
His screams slowed to a stop, though his teas continued to flow steadily.
Soon, a few more figures walked in the room. Two boys.
One older man, and a boy.
The boy.
He was scared again.
He started hyperventilating again, but the air being forced into his lungs were keeping it from getting to quick.
Through the doctors yelling and the woman crying, he was able to see the twisted smile of the boy by the door.
. . .
"Welcome back, little brother."
. . .
"It's been forever. He's been trapped in his own mind, he doesn't know who we are."
"But I'm his mother!"
. .
.
"Wake up Tubbo."
.
.
.
"Please wake up."
. . .
He did.
He was safe again.
Surrounded by people who loved him.
But,bhe knew it wouldn't last.
He could tell his dreams from reality.
It he charished it nonetheless.
Messed with Phil, played music with Wilbur, let Techni read him a story, and most importantly... he hugged Tommy.
He took this moment of solitude to say goodbye to his family.
He knew he was going to wake up in the real world.
"I love you guys."
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