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Tubbo wanted to leave bed, he wanted to be able to get out and go make food, talk with his friends. It felt like he was trapped in a body that had no energy or motivation. He had had plenty of sleep the night before so why was he struggling to move so much. He curled back to the warmth of his duvet, reluctantly basking in the warmth and the comfort he found there. He thought maybe if he just napped again, then maybe he would have more energy. So that’s what he did, he closed his eyes and let the darkness take him again.
When he woke up this time the room was dark and Ranboo was in the bed next to him, fast asleep. Tubbo wanted to reach out to him and ask for help but he couldn’t because he didn’t want to disturb him. So Tubbo lay there. Once again contemplating what he should do, maybe this time he could move, maybe this time he would feel productive. He went to move out of bed, well, he thought he had but in reality he hadn’t moved. He had wrapped himself up even more again. Maybe he should just sleep some more. Maybe it will work this time.
Tubbo felt his body shake as he woke, something was holding his shoulders and moving them. He reluctantly opened his eyes, his eyelids felt heavy like there were heavy weights on top of them. When he was able to focus on the figure that was shaking him he realised it was Ranboo. Tears filled up in his eyes before he could stop them, and suddenly he was just crying, a full body cry. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and felt Ranboo bring him into his arms. Feeling the comfort of Ranboo’s chest made the tears come faster. Someone cared. Someone was here for him. Someone had noticed.
Ranboo let him stay there long past his tears finishing. He only pulled back to give Tubbo some water and some dry crackers. He then pulled Tubbo out of the cocoon of the blankets he had made. Almost doing it all in silence with only some directions given. Ranboo led him out of their room and onto the sofa, grabbing blankets after Tubbo was settled. Tubbo was once again cocooned but he had moved from his bed and he couldn’t be happier. He had been able to do something other than sleep. Ranboo sat beside him, pulling Tubbo against him, pressing a soft kiss to his head before choosing something to watch. Tubbo wasn’t quite better but he felt so thankful that he had been able to move. He was so grateful he had an understanding boyfriend who never pushed him. He thanked him for calling Ranboo that one stream and relaxed into watching the TV.