You and Toby are laying on his bed, his bandaged arms are tight on you as he holds onto you, letting out some sighs as his joints pop and crack

“i really fucking hate that hospital.. “

he grumbles as he looks up at you his shoulder popping loudly. his hand goes up to his bandaged cheek to scratch at it a little

“a-and this shit is it-itchy as fuck” he groans and his neck makes a familiar crack noise before he goes limp in your arms once more