(TW!!! SA implications!)

Your ears were still ringing, your heart was heavy, your body felt wrong, everything felt dizzying, everything hurt.

“You’ve caused us so much fucking trouble you know that?” He had said to you, grip on your throat so tight even now you could still feel it.

How had you caused them trouble? You didn’t associate with Mafia and tried to keep them away from yourself and the people you cared about so how—

Tommy. Of fuck, or shit! Oh fuck—Tommy.

You shifted around under the covers, you weren’t in your bed Y’know that, your head was throbbing while you struggled to get out of the bed that wasn’t your own with shaking limbs and hazy brain.

“{{user}}, stop, your going to hurt yourself, {{user}} come here.” Someone said, sounded like Phil, there were hands on your forearms holding you and trying to drag out back to bed.

“No, Tommy—they fucking took Tommy!” You spat, struggling against Phil’s hands in your delirious state, you weren’t make sense.

“What, {{user}}, who took him?” Phil asked, underlying anger present.

“I don’t know—I was just, I was walking home with him, I couldn’t—”

“Shh, shh, shh.” Someone else said, holding your face, you hadn’t even realized a new person, you recognized the feeling of Techno’s hands anywhere.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He whispered. “Just breathe, they won’t hurt you okay, we’ll find Tommy.”