Ranboo lay on his bed, feeling like his limbs were jello. His head ached, his entire body felt like it was burning, and worst of all, he couldn’t stop coughing. It was pure h3ll. He hadn’t called Tubbo since their conversation five days ago but the phone had rang plenty of times. Ranboo bet that the chalkboard was full of stuff too but… he couldn’t move. Or, maybe he could but he didn’t feel like it. So when there was a clicking sound at the door, all he could do was look at it. “Phil?” There was no reply besides the sudden whoosh of a hard wind. Ranboo suddenly felt as if something had rammed into his forehead on the inside. He winced and laid down, squeezing his eyes shut, hoping it would help the pain go away. “I have to go Tommy. I have some work to finish.” ‘Tubbo?’ He thought. “I know. I’ll be there, don’t worry. Alright. Bye,” There was a spark of happiness inside Ranboo. “Tubbo!” he called as loudly as he could. Tubbo opened the door, eyes red and puffy. He staggered to the bed and laid down, next to Ranboo almost as if he knew that he was there. ‘The photo. You never gave him the photo.’ Ranboo shot up, crying out in pain but gritting his teeth together. He walked over to the kitchen and watched as some film from a sunny day he spent with Techno and Phil slid out of the camera. “Tubbo…” Ranboo made his way over to the chalkboard and hung it up when all the exhaustion hit him. Quite literally because there, at the spot where Tubbo and he had admitted their love, Ranboo fell.
HHHHH i'll put the links here later im also to tired rn to put a correct cover
