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Another day. Another stupid day. It just wouldn’t end would it? This everlasting cycle of pain that Mr Plant dreaded continuing everyday.
Mr Plant curls up in his bed more, looking more like a ball than a fetal position. His large leaf tail wrapped around his legs and his arms around his head.
He suddenly acted on impulse, his paws hitting the freezing floor. He got up and went to the kitchen, opening multiple cabinets. He looked at the plethora of medicine and over the counter medication, considering just chugging down bottles one by one and then trying to go to sleep and hoping he’d never wake up.
He decided against it, maybe one day when he had more energy. He looked across the dark, shadowed room to the knife block. Argos had made sure Mr Plant had no access to razors due to his past, unhealthy habits. Well, they weren’t really past it had just happened a while ago.
He slowly stumbled over to the knife block and grabbed the sharpest one, running his claws over blade. He looked at his healed arms, then began to make a slow slicing movement with the blade. Mr Plant winced at the pain, failing to draw blood. He tried again. The black blood seeped from the long cut and ran down the side of his arm.
Some kind of relief.
Although, Mr plant didn’t seem to get a look at the time. 8 am. That was when Argos was coming over for breakfast. He heard a door open. “Hi M-Mr plant!! I bro-“ then a gasp. Argos immediately shut the door behind him before running over to his lover.
Whatever Argos had brought dropped to the floor. Mr plant quickly noticed he was coming towards him. He dropped to his knees in sorrow and guilt. Tears began to run down the same path they had their whole life, just adding to the water rot beneath his eyes.
Argos fell to his knees with him, holding his beloveds face with his soft hands. Argos took a moment to soak it in. He had relapsed. It was bound to happen, even just one cut could set someone off. It was clear he was having an episode.
Mr plant fell into Argos’ body, hoping for his embrace, expecting him to just leave this lost cause and embarrassing excuse for something that’s living. He didn’t. He stayed there. He wrapped his arms around him, a few tears falling of his own.
Argos pulled Mr plant off of him, placing a few kisses across his face, then helping Mr Plant up and taking him to his bedroom.
His room seemed less of a torture chamber now that Argos was there. They laid down, snuggling up together as Mr Plant buried his face in Argos’ lap. He wrapped his arms around Argos’ hips.
He moved again for some reason, pushing Argos over and burying his face in the shorter man’s chest. Even if Mr plant wondered why he still loved him sometimes, his tail wagged just for him.