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“Two, i believe this is killing me” (WIP)

Summary:

TW:
mentions of SH, ED, body dysmorphia, and smth else prob idk

DDDNE

idk uhh two is sick but x is too busy to check on them so they send four

anyways uh title is an altered line from the song “Piano Man” by Billy Joel i think

idk gng

i also took inspo from other twofour sickfics
so uh
not really my idea

Notes:

guys i’m so sigma TRUSTT

oh yeah btw no twopression or one this is happy tpot trust

Chapter Text

Two sniffed, their room feeling both too cold yet too warm at the same time.

Two cradled themselves, hugging their knees, cramps in their abdomen getting worse.

They groaned, flopping over so they were staring at the ceiling, limbs sprawled out.

”how long have i been sitting here?”

”i miss gaty.”

”shes probably with the other contestants though, i did tell her to leave me alone when i was sick…”

they thought, now regretting telling her that, they would’ve loved to have some company right about now.

 

 

Four hummed a tune quietly as he packed up the last meal.

Gaty had been asking about Two, but as Four had no idea, he left it to X to handle, as she had been the only one to visit them since their sickness began.

X now waved to Gaty, they had seemed to have answered all of her questions, and had given her the order.

Four sighed deeply, the contestants hadn’t been doing any challenges since Two got sick, so they had been free to explore or do whatever they wanted the past few days.

(and had also been more hungry???? for some reason???)

“So, now that all the objects are fed, what do you want to do?”

A voice brought four out of his supposed daydreaming.

”hm? what?” Four mumbled, rubbing his eyes quickly before settling his gaze on X, who was staring off into space, her way of thinking.

”We’ve done everything, fed all of the contestants, oh!”

X cut himself off, now staring directly at four.

”Could you pretty please go check up on Two, and give them this medication and something to eat?”

X made a bottle of liquid medication appear in their hand, holding it out to four.

“hhggmmn,, why me, X, you’re perfectly able to check up on them!”

X sighed, but Four grabbed the bottle and made some chips appear, the first thing that had come to mind.

”Because i’ve had to check up on them almost every two hours to see how they were doing!”

”Fine! Done! i’ll do it!”

Four groaned loudly, stepping heavily over to the elevator, trying to compose himself so that they wouldn't screech at the sick alien.