POTS ~ The struggle of standing

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Eliots pov:

His sisters grave... I shouldn't ask even tho I still want to know more. Anxiety filled his heart, and scrolled himself for even thinking that. It was Juno's decision if he wanted to tell him about his sister. He shouldn't press him into anything, he would not want that either.

Juno had said that he would pick up Eliot at his house on Friday, so they could go to the party together.

Together.

That would be nice. It had been so joyous having Juno as a friend. More so than he could ever have imagined. Juno hadn't even really done anything special, but somehow he had made him feel like no one else ever had. He had make him feel like a real human again. Ever since he had gotten POTS, everyone began treated him like porcelain; ever so fragile. Someone that could break at any moment. He was still sore about being pitied, cause Juno did that too. But he did not worry about him at every given opportunity. He didn't treat him like the child he used to be, but the person he has become. How he wished he had a personality like Juno's. Not having experienced what he himself had. Not having to deal with everything Eliot had.

He envied Juno and his happiness. But then a thought struck him; would he really could live so happily if he had a sister who had died? It could have been a long time ago, maybe he didn't even remember her?

Or maybe he did. And all the happy faces were only shown to him. Maybe it was all a mask? Maybe that was him way of coping with his past?

If so, he was the one that pitted Juno.

"Hey," He looked at the other. His hands were still freezing. "Are you okay?"

Juno flinched; so no. He tried laughing it off, but it was like he couldn't even convince himself. so he just looked down. "Thanks for asking, but my hands aren't that cold. "

They held a water break on a bench a few meters away from the pharmacy. His pots didn't take well to the weather. Neither too hot nor too cold. He tried not to show it but it had been a difficult day, and his POTS were far from a good friend. Waking up nauseous and walking around in the cold were far from ideal, but with Juno by his side, it had seemed a little more bearable. It weren't tho, but sometimes living in a blissful lie seemed better than facing reality. At least he had his compression socks on to help him through the worst of standing.

As they stood up, ready to get home, Eliots began feeling lightheaded and tunnel vision begun appearing in his eyes. He never really knew what to do except what his instincts told him to: get down.

We'll either way, he would hit the ground, one way or another. His watch had begun beeping. How long had it done that now? His heart felt stomped on, and he couldn't seem to find his balance, causing him to stumble. He tried walking it off, it had worked out a time or two, but he soon had to acknowledge the fact that he wasn't getting out of this. He could not just walk away from it. Yeah, obviously, cause the walking-thingy was the problem.

(Hey. Sorry I haven't been there. My phone broke today. Like under the cover. I'm honestly surprised it still works :/ I got it fixed now, thankfully. Hope you have a wonderful Christmas holidays or summer vacation!)