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At around four in the morning, Wallace Wells woke with a jolt, already feeling the bile in his throat rise. Covering, or trying to cover his mouth, he scrambled out of bed while throwing any covers he had left onto Scott. He launched himself straight into the bathroom, crumbling over the toilet. The taste of bad gas station food and alcohol prominent on his lips. Wallace was trying to quiet himself, as he didn’t feel like waking up Scott and listening about Sonic the Hedgehog, but more importantly because he had just had another one of his particularly bad nightmares.
Shivering, he stayed on the bathroom tile floor for a moment longer, trying to regain his train of thought. He felt like shit as the beginning of a hangover was brewing in his head. Flushing the toilet, he hunched over the sink and stuck a toothbrush into his mouth to hopefully help with the now distinguished and disturbing throw up taste in his mouth.
Wallace really didn’t want to go back to bed- he’d have to lay there staring at the ceiling all night, in fear of having another nightmare. Most of his nightmares are about his ex, hence the reason he really only does one night stands anymore. Wallace hated getting onto this train of thought, he knew if he kept thinking then he was only going to degrade himself in his mind even further. Looking in the mirror, he noticed how pale and sickly he looked.
Eye bags hugged the edges of his eyes while his head spun from the now settling hangover he was receiving.
Trying to shake the feeling of self-hatred off, Wallace waltzed out of the bathroom just for Scott to appear right in front of him. Great. Wallace was really not in the mood, he loved Scott and all, but tonight was just too much.
“Scott, look guy I don’t wanna hear about Sonic the Hedgehog 3 for the fifth time right now? ‘kay? I’m too tired for this shit-“
“Wallace.. are you okay?”
Wallace felt stunned for a moment, him and scott both really weren’t great at comforting- Scott being even worse at it then Wallace himself was. But here he was, making sure Wallace was ok.
“Oh.. Uh yeah I guess. Had a nightmare or whatever” Wallace mumbled out in return.
He was well aware that he probably still appeared slightly shaken from the vomit and afterthoughts of the nightmare, most likely Scott wasn’t going to buy it.
Wallace moved around Scott and plopped back into bed, even though he knew he wouldn’t be getting any sleep. The burn and ache in his head followed by the onset of his emotional issues left him very vulnerable, and Wallace hated it. He was supposed to handle things in a fashionable, blunt way, not cry over it.
Scott cautiously laid down next to Wallace, turning towards him.
“Wallace, you uh? Really don’t seem okay. You kind of looked like you just saw a ghost.. you can talk to me.”
Wallace shoved his face further into the pillow, blocking out any thoughts that were attacking his brain. He felt so disgusting, so unclean and untidy. Whenever he had one of these episodes, he always felt every aspect of his disgusting body. He just wanted this to go away.
“I’m fine Scott! Just a nightmare. Leave me alone! Please..?”
Wallace said, almost shouting the words. He was now visibly shaking at this point which only made Scott even more worried about his roommate. Scott was always well aware that Wallace had bad dreams about his ex. Scott also knew of what a scum person Wallace’s ex had been. He felt obligated to help Wallace, seeing him in this state tore on his heart. No, he couldn’t leave Wallace alone like this.
“Wallace.. I can’t leave you alone- you’re shaking and on the brink of tears. You’re allowed to have feelings! You don’t always gotta be some resilient tough person, man, it’s okay.”
With this, Scott scooted closer to Wallace, who was probably shaking even more. He seemed to be in his own state of mind and Scott didn’t like it at all. Gently, Scott tried to wrap his arms over Wallace so that he could spoon him. Big mistake
Wallace let out a full blown shriek of panic, pushing Scott to the other side of the bed. He half-sat up and cupped his hands into his face. Hyperventilating, Wallace was now lost in the thoughts he was trying to desperately avoid. The hangover made him feel, once again, nauseous.
Scott had really fucked up this time, hadn’t he? Slowly, he scooted himself back over towards Wallace. Taking a deep breath, he decided he needed to fix what he partially caused.
“Wallace! Please look at me.. There you go.. now, can you count down from ten? You need to calm down a little bit, man, I don’t want you to faint or hurt yourself”
Scott spoke in barely a whisper, just enough for Wallace to hear. Wallace slowly came back to him, observing his surroundings.
Wallace let out smaller sobs and sniffs, still refusing to look Scott in the eyes. The shaking in him had almost completely left, so Scott decided to ask if he could hold him this time. (In a totally not Gay way- he was just helping a friend out. ….Totally)
“Wallace.. can I? Do you want me to hold you now..? I’m sorry. I was just trying to help. You seem really cold.”
Wallace slowly nodded his head, relaxing now, clearing his stuffy face with his hoodie sleeve.
“Guy you really shouldn’t have ever seen.. that.. and I apologize for whatever that was.”
Wallace seemed bitter towards himself, immediately trying to keep up the “cool guy nothing ever affects me” persona he always wore like a mask. Scott shuffled back over, closer to him. He held Wallace and Wallace held Scott so tight that Scott could barely breathe. He played with Wallace’s hair for the next twenty or so minutes, before he heard light snores coming from under him.
Wallace really needed to talk to people about this stuff, and Scott felt bad for not letting him know that he’d never judge him for crying or showing emotions.
Scott’s eyes closes in a hope for better tomorrow.