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(Suitcase's POV:)
2:39 AM.
I can't sleep.
They're getting worse.
They're getting worse.
They're getting worse.
They're getting worse.
They're getting worse. I don't know what to do. I can't sleep. I can't sleep. I can't breathe. I can't do anything. I can't see. I can't think. I can't do anything. I can't scream. I can't beg for help. I can't do anything.
I can't do anything.
(Narrators POV:)
Suitcase was huddled up in her bed, shaking and crying. The hallucinations were back. They were even worse than last time. She felt paralyzed. She felt sick. She wanted to get up to throw up. She felt like she needed to. But she couldn't. She couldn't do anything. All she could do was sob and hope that somehow she could feel better.
Knock Knock.
Suitcase glanced up at the door, her eyes wide. No, no no no no no. No one could see her like this. Not now. Please, please no.
Knock Knock.
Shit. She'd have to answer. She couldn't ignore it. But she couldn't get up. She couldn't. She could barely even speak, but she knew she'd have to at least make an effort to.
"U-uh, come in.."
She whispered, cringing at how stupid and awkward she sounded. Slowly, the door handle started to turn.
And there stood Knife in the doorway. He paused when he saw her. She looked an absolute mess.
"Suitcase..?"
He whispered, walking over to the bed, watching as she covered her face, beginning to sob again.
"Hey, hey, Suitcase? What's going on?"
He sat down next to her on the bed, watching as she cried into her hands. He had a rough idea. Her hallucinations had been getting worse lately, he knew that. He felt horrible for her. He wanted to pull her into a hug. He wanted to hold her hand. He wanted to tell her it'd be okay. But he knew she'd probably hate all physical touch at that moment, and he didn't want to scare her more.
Suitcase looked up at him for a brief moment, her eyes filled with more tears, some of them still spilling down her face.
"I.. they're back.. a-and they're even worse this time. I thought I was getting better Knife.. I thought I was doing better. I don't know what to do.. I just.. I can't.."
She whispered, her voice breaking. She bit her lip, tears streaming down her face now. Gosh, this was so pathetic. He had never seen her this emotional about her hallucinations before. She had hoped he never would. He probably thought she was insane. He was probably going to leave her alone there. He was probably going to avoid her. She had always been a nutcase in everyone else's eyes. Why not his?
"Hey, Suitcase.. it's okay.."
He said suddenly, reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, a little surprised. She shivered slightly at the touch, but she didn't pull away. He placed both of his hands on her waist, pulling her closer to him, enveloping her in an embrace. Almost immediately, she returned the small action, clutching onto him desperately. She didn't want to let go of him. He took this as confirmation that she didn't mind being touched, and he slowly ran his hands through her hair, attempting to calm her down somehow, in literally any way possible.
"Don't worry Suitcase.. I'm not gonna let anything or anyone hurt you. You mean the whole world to me, okay? You don't need to worry.."
He said reassuringly, placing a hand on her cheek, gently rubbing it with his thumb. She looked into his eyes, her own sparkling with tears.
"I.. thank you, Knife.. really, thank you.."
"Of course, Suitcase. Now, seriously, c'mere."
She rolled her eyes, grinning slightly. Even still, she scooted closer to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, burying her head into his shoulder. She felt a lot better now that he had comforted and reassured her. Maybe everything was going to be okay after all..
2:54 AM.
She smiled slightly. Tonight was going to be a long, long night. She doubted she would be able to get to sleep at all that night, but she would be fine. She had him by her side, that's all that mattered. She'd be fine. She'd be fine.