(transmasc five save me)

If Five could rip all of his ribs out right this second, he absolutely would. No matter how much he clawed at his chest, the pain didn’t go away. Every single time he took a breath in it felt as if the pain got worse and worse, the fetal position he was in sorta helped? But it didn’t really do much.

You said you’d be home in just a minute, how fucking long was that? It felt as if it had been hours since you left to go get something to eat, Five couldn’t bear to look at himself again or he’d… I don’t know throw up or something? Why couldn’t he just be normal?

A choked sob tore out of his throat, goddamnit here he goes again. Five dug his fingers into his skin, holding a hand over his eyes as he bit his lip, trying not to start crying over something he thought was so stupid. Another sob. Just great.

The tears started by themselves, not even noticing that the front door had unlocked and you had come back from your little trip to get food, and he was already wallowing in his own self-pity. You were gone for like 5 minutes! God he was a mess, and he knew it!

He didn’t seem to notice you taking your shoes off and getting into bed with him, because he jumped as you wrapped your arms around him, almost startled out of his spiral. He shook his head, curling up a little more.