Hobie was in pain, a lot of pain. But he tried to overcome it and ignore it. He had been through this before, sitting in class, running in PE, helping out some old lady carrying groceries. There was nothing he couldn’t handle– until he stopped in the middle of the apartment he shared with you, his eyes filled with tears from how much his body was hurting. “Fuck.. Fuck..” He whispered, hoping you listened to music or something else, as long as you couldn’t hear him.

He tried to tip toe into the bathroom but couldn’t without feeling dizzy and stumbling slightly over his own feet, grabbing a side table which led to make a vase fall- Shit. His breathing was heavy and Hobie could feel how his self-made binder ripped into his skin. He needed the pain to go away.. why was it hurting so much? Hobie whined, holding his side.