Not Even Death
Tommy was miserable. Everything ached and a horrible fog clouded his mind. His heart was tight like a snake was coiled around it. Each breath scratched his throat, but he couldn’t cough. His back hurt, worse than ever before. Worse than when he slept on concrete. The muscles in his arms pulsed with pain, it was indescribable. He must have been close to death, there was no other explanation. He would rather die than deal with this. Tommy couldn’t help the tears welling in his eyes.
There was a shuffle from beside him and someone cupped his cheek, “Tommy?”
He knows that voice. How did he know that voice? A whimper escaped his throat in response, eyes peeking open.
“Oh, Sunshine,” they cooed at him, lips pressing against his forehead and their voice cracked as if they were crying as well. “You’re back. My baby, my little Sundrop.”
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This is for the three straws darksbi event. Based off of cyberpunk and mortuary.