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You hear someone call out, but you are unable to decipher what they had said.
You had nestled yourself in between the space of your couch and the wall. You knees to your chest and your arms wrapped around your body. Your hands grip tightly at the clothes on your skin, but you do not flinch at the pain.
You see something move in your peripheral and your eyes widen.
"Hey-" You hear someone call out quietly. You recognize that voice, and you soften slightly at their familiarity.
They sit on the floor and scoot over to you- making sure to not startle you with their height. He turns his head around the corner of the couch to find you nestled and clinging to yourself.
"Mind if I [Come on in, the water's fine]..?" He slowly reaches out a hand, unsure if he should invade your personal space to help ground you or not. You are unable to reply.
He hesitantly places a hand on your arm. You're completely tensed up. You hide your face and look away, and he immediately moves his hand away from you.
"Hang on, I'll go [Buy one get one] you something." He stands up from the floor. You hear footsteps leave the room as you begin to surround yourself again.
You hear him come back once more. You sense him in your proximity, but can't see him since he's hiding behind the couch. You see something move in front of you.
A pillow.
"Here, I promise he won't [bite of '87]." You can hear a smile in his voice.
He scoots it towards you and places it by your arms. You reach out and take it into your own- comforted by its softness compared to your own knees.
Your breathing had been fast, but as you lean your face into the pillow, you are greeted by a familiar, comforting scent.
Your body forces you to take in the scent. Slowly.
The grip that your hands have on the fabric of the pillow softens slightly. You take in a little bit more of the scent, and your body finally relaxes and leans more into the pillow.
After a moment, you move your head back up. You see Spamton looking back at you with soft eyes and a slight smile. Although you can still sense his concern.
"Feeling any [you better believe it!]?" He speaks.
You nod your head silently, moving your face back into the pillow.
"Just [Knock, Knock] on the floor if you [need room service?] anything."
Before he leaves you alone, he places a water bottle in front of you. Your body is still too tensed up and sickened to drink any at the moment, but you will definitely be needing this soon.
"You will be okay. I [promise]."