TW! Scars and dysphoria
Jeremy sat up on his bed, bandages wrapped around his chest. He took a few deep breathes as curly brown locks fell into his face, he heard foot steps from upstairs. "Jeremy? I brought snacks!" Yelled Rich as he began to walk down the stairs. Jeremy scrambled for his shirt and sweater, tossing them on as Rich came in. The two of them made akward eye contact before Rich chuckled. "Uh... The others are gonna be here soon." He said, setting down the chips on the coffe table near Jeremy table and sofa. "R-right." Jeremy said, struggling to breath from the tightest around their lungs. "Are you ok dude? You look really pale." Rich said, glancimg down at Jeremy who was standing up shakily. "I-Im fine." He said with a chuckle and trailed his hand on his chest. It wasn't flat enough, it was feminine, it was-
Jeremy stopped thinking when he relized the room was spinning. He leaned agaisnt the wall and blinked a few times as Rich tried to aupport him. "Jesus christ, Jer sit down!" He said, lisp shining through. Jeremy paniced and grabbed at the bandages under his shirt. "Jeremy what-" Rich stopped before he relized what Jeremy had done. "Jeremy Heere!" He scolded and helped Jeremy to the bathroom. "Change. I'll grab you a baggy hoodie."
Jeremy turned away from the mirror, slowly unbound the bandages and looked over the scars on his arms. Aome were more noticable and red than others. He sighed and put his shirt and sweater on, super dysphoric. When he came out, Rich had already put a baggy sweater by the door and grabbed plenty of blankets and piled them on the couch. "Come snuggle me, and forget about what happened. We are gonna have a nice evening." Rich said, grabbing chips off the table and lifting blankets for Jeremy to come snuggle under. "Thanks Rich."
