Dee Problems
(tw//Mentions od anxiety attacks and violence)
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Dee Problems
Dee sat in his desk rubbing his head in irritation, his eyes puffy and tired. His hands shaking and aching from all the over working, his head dropping as he closes his eyes. Slowly passing out as his head lays onto his desk, his breathing becoming short. S.h.e.l.d.o.n comes zipping over In urgency as he quickly lifts up Dee, “come on dude! Wake up.”
He smacked Dee, Dee grits his teeth before hitting the bot against the well. The droid let out a weak beep in pain, Dee shook his head and regained his composure. He looked back at the droid and his eyes widen, he stumbles as he gets up and walks over to S.h.e.l.d.o.n.
“Shel! Are you alright? Rate your pain out of 10! I apologize for my actions.. I forgot my meds.” He quickly picks up the droid and sped walk to his desk, pulling out tools and begins to fix the broken pieces and wires. “That’s- wHaT- i was— gOiNg- to remind you Of.” They glitched, before powering down when Dee began to repair.
“Ich schwöre bei Gott.. I shouldn’t have done that.. there were better answers..” he whispered under his breathe. As he finished the small damage he sat the robot on a purple glowing box of tech, letting the robot reboot. Dee let out a relieved sigh as he plops back into his chair, laying himself back before stroking his hands down his face. He can not, not take his medicine.
If he doesn’t, he’ll end up snapping and hurting someone, or end having a anxiety attack.
He closed his eyes slowly before he opened them to look around for the bottle. He looked to the nightstand with the photo and necklace.
Had he forgotten to put it on..?
He shook his head before getting up and making his way to the side of his bed, he picked up the bottle before taking off the lid and popping the meds into his mouth.
He twisted his wrist and his purple markings begin to glow, a mug covered in a purple light floats over to Dee.
He takes it into his hands and the light of his marks and of the mug goes out. He tips his head and downs it in one go, coffee always helped his mood. Maybe better than the meds.
(Tags for lore: @notjustdragonspages / @lexiechr / @bugsyscorner )
