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Brett climbed back into his room quickly, shutting the window and disrobing all of his protective clothing down to his boxers and tee-shirt. He curled up in the comfort of his bed, fighting the tears as they begged to stream down his hot face. "Stop..." Brett murmured, before sobbing into his pillow. Thoughts swirled in his head, as he felt so many emotions at once. He was angry at Druid, sad, confused, and just scared. He buried himself in a pile of sheets, gazing down at the floor with an empty stare from over the side of the bed. His stomach growled, but he ignored it. He never wanted to feel, or eat, or think again. He didn't want anything. He wanted to die. Brett wiped his face and sighed shakily, nuzzling into his pillow again. "Brett... I'm so sorry..." a whisper said. Brett jerked up his head and yelled, "Leave me alone!". He looked around the room and sighed. No one was there. He looked outside, around his window. No one. He heard footsteps coming upstairs, and he jumped into bed again. His door opened, revealing his stepmother. "Brett, what are you yelling about?!" she asked, staring at him as if he were insane. "I-I'm sorry... I must've been dreaming..." he lied, trying to get rid of her. She nodded, but looked skeptical. "Well, okay..." she said, closing the door. Brett listened to her going down the stairs and he sighed deeply with a groan. "Brett... I'm so sorry...". There it was again. "Just come out and say it to my face already...." he groaned, closing his eyes slowly. "Telepathy." the voice said, with a small chuckle. Brett shuttered, "Just get out of my head..." he murmured, holding a pillow over his head. "Fine... But if you need me, I'm here..." Druid said in Brett's head. "Just don't talk to me..." Brett said, poison laced in his voice. There was no reply, and Brett huffed, "Finally...". A another growl in Brett's stomach made him groan in pain. "I'll never..." Brett whispered, doubling over as he curled up, holding his stomach. Pain shocked through him, his fangs shocking in his mouth. Brett shivered. He needed Druid more now than ever, but he couldn't give into him. Another shock passed through him, making Brett lose his breath. Brett murmured, "Ow..." quietly into his pillow, gripping the bed tightly as his knuckles faded white. "Please stop..." Brett whispered, let out a painful moan. He couldn't take it. "Druid!?" Brett called, another shock passing through him, taking his breath and bringing tears to his eyes. "Druid please!" Brett cried, begging for the silver haired boy to help him. Brett shook violently, falling out onto the floor with a thud. He heard multiple footsteps running up the stairs and to his room. "Druid!" Brett begged again, groaning. "Brett!" his stepmother called, running over to him and grabbing his shoulders, shaking him lightly. "Druid?!" Brett murmured, opening his eyes lightly. "Druid? Brett this is your stepmother! Ryan help me get Brett to the hospital!" she called, and Brett felt himself being lifted into a bridal position now. Brett went unconscious, while his father and stepmother brought him to the hospital. Hours later, Brett awoke. An I.V hooked into his arm and he was lying in a crisp bed. He felt a cool, male hand on his own. "Druid?!" he asked, opening his eyes slowly. It was his father. "Brett... I'm so sorry, this is my fault..." his father said, squeezing his hand lightly. Brett swallowed, not saying anything. "I didn't mean to do this..." he said, wiping his hand down his face. "Dad..." Brett murmured, "I-it's okay...". His father smiled lightly, looking down at the floor. "The doctor said you could leave once you were stabilized... " his father said, looking back up. "What happened?" Brett asked, a questioning look on his face. "You passed out from hunger." he said, frowning with confused eyes. "How long has it been since you last ate, Brett?" he asked, frowning. "A-a few days... Maybe a week..." Brett said, looking up at the ceiling. "One more question," his father said. "Who is Druid?".

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Brett climbed back into his room quickly, shutting the window and disrobing all of his protective clothing down to his boxers and tee-shirt. He curled up in the comfort of his bed, fighting the tears as they begged to stream down his hot face. "Stop..." Brett murmured, before sobbing into his pillow. Thoughts swirled in his head, as he felt so many emotions at once. He was angry at Druid, sad, confused, and just scared. He buried himself in a pile of sheets, gazing down at the floor with an empty stare from over the side of the bed. His stomach growled, but he ignored it. He never wanted to feel, or eat, or think again. He didn't want anything. He wanted to die. Brett wiped his face and sighed shakily, nuzzling into his pillow again. "Brett... I'm so sorry..." a whisper said. Brett jerked up his head and yelled, "Leave me alone!". He looked around the room and sighed. No one was there. He looked outside, around his window. No one. He heard footsteps coming upstairs, and he jumped into bed again. His door opened, revealing his stepmother. "Brett, what are you yelling about?!" she asked, staring at him as if he were insane. "I-I'm sorry... I must've been dreaming..." he lied, trying to get rid of her. She nodded, but looked skeptical. "Well, okay..." she said, closing the door. Brett listened to her going down the stairs and he sighed deeply with a groan. "Brett... I'm so sorry...". There it was again. "Just come out and say it to my face already...." he groaned, closing his eyes slowly. "Telepathy." the voice said, with a small chuckle. Brett shuttered, "Just get out of my head..." he murmured, holding a pillow over his head. "Fine... But if you need me, I'm here..." Druid said in Brett's head. "Just don't talk to me..." Brett said, poison laced in his voice. There was no reply, and Brett huffed, "Finally...". A another growl in Brett's stomach made him groan in pain. "I'll never..." Brett whispered, doubling over as he curled up, holding his stomach. Pain shocked through him, his fangs shocking in his mouth. Brett shivered. He needed Druid more now than ever, but he couldn't give into him. Another shock passed through him, making Brett lose his breath. Brett murmured, "Ow..." quietly into his pillow, gripping the bed tightly as his knuckles faded white. "Please stop..." Brett whispered, let out a painful moan. He couldn't take it. "Druid!?" Brett called, another shock passing through him, taking his breath and bringing tears to his eyes. "Druid please!" Brett cried, begging for the silver haired boy to help him. Brett shook violently, falling out onto the floor with a thud. He heard multiple footsteps running up the stairs and to his room. "Druid!" Brett begged again, groaning. "Brett!" his stepmother called, running over to him and grabbing his shoulders, shaking him lightly. "Druid?!" Brett murmured, opening his eyes lightly. "Druid? Brett this is your stepmother! Ryan help me get Brett to the hospital!" she called, and Brett felt himself being lifted into a bridal position now. Brett went unconscious, while his father and stepmother brought him to the hospital. Hours later, Brett awoke. An I.V hooked into his arm and he was lying in a crisp bed. He felt a cool, male hand on his own. "Druid?!" he asked, opening his eyes slowly. It was his father. "Brett... I'm so sorry, this is my fault..." his father said, squeezing his hand lightly. Brett swallowed, not saying anything. "I didn't mean to do this..." he said, wiping his hand down his face. "Dad..." Brett murmured, "I-it's okay...". His father smiled lightly, looking down at the floor. "The doctor said you could leave once you were stabilized... " his father said, looking back up. "What happened?" Brett asked, a questioning look on his face. "You passed out from hunger." he said, frowning with confused eyes. "How long has it been since you last ate, Brett?" he asked, frowning. "A-a few days... Maybe a week..." Brett said, looking up at the ceiling. "One more question," his father said. "Who is Druid?".