Chapter Text
SPROUT'S POV
I groaned as I walked out my room, each day felt like another pound of hell.
I walked into the elevator, hands on my waist as I used my right to type in "FLOOR 1", it was 9:08 am, I had to make breakfast
.. I think..? was it me or Cosmo's day?
wait, was Ginger still here?
"FUCK WHATS TODAY!?" I yelled out, covering my mouth like I had said a slur as I realized the elevator door was opened, revealing Shelly looking just as shocked as me.
".. What did you just say?" she asked, like a lost dog, or deer in headlights.
oh God I hope no one finds out.
"NOTHING!" I yelped out, rushing past her and to the kitchen, panic rising through me like the sun rises in the morning.
I sighed, my hand on my chest as I ran into the door and slammed it behind me, leaning against it. panic rising in my chest quicker, I couldn't breathe- WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON WITH ME TODAY?
I gasped, tears prickling the ends of my eyes, why did it feel as if a pipe were to burst? what was going on?? WAS I OKAY??
I groaned, grabbing and gripping at the leaves that covered my face, not hearing Cosmo's yelled worries
"S-.. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?" he yelled, a hand plastered over his face.
ugh.. I wanted anyone but HIM to see this.
I soon calmed down, his presence was just,, comforting? I glanced at him- he was now beside me, worry etched all over his expression. he was so readable, like a book I'd find in 4th grade, The Life Of A Comforter, a perfect example.
I sighed, shaking my head
"I'm sorry for worrying ya, Cos." I said in a soft voice, a much softer voice then I'd talk to anyone in, even the children.
"You're NOT though, Sprout! I found you having ANOTHER panic attack! 2nd one this week and its only Tuesday, are you okay?" he asked gently, like a comforting mother.
he was so motherly to me, but why? I had Sam. and they were more like a parent then anything.
I sighed, standing with shaky legs and my eyes shut so I could focus, forcing up a sort of smile.
"I'm fine, Cosmo!"