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Tissues was about ten years old when it had started. Tissues had always been an energetic kid when he was younger, running into trouble headfirst and being extremely extroverted.
He had great parents, a cat and two siblings. A normal family. Then he got sick. Terribly sick. His family had brushed it off as some sort of fever, which it sorta was at the time.
He got older, and still was sick. His parents started to get worried now, and like any parents would do, took him to go see a doctor.
Tissues was twelve years old when he was in the hospital for an unknown condition of his. He was always sniffling, sneezing and coughing by now.
Tissues was soon out of there with a bag of medications he had to take every day. The rest of his days as a kid we're never as exciting after that.
Tissues never ran around anymore, he kept to himself more often and just stayed shut in his room all the time. This continued into his teenage years as time moved on.
He was bullied continuously for this weird condition of his, and then was dubbed 'Sick boy'. It was incredibly unoriginal, he knew that, but he ignored it
He never gave them a reaction or anything, he just went on with his day. But god did he wish someone would call him by his name, just one damn time!
Finally, after a couple of years, he was out of there. Graduating high school was like a blessing from heaven if he was being honest. Now he was on his own.
Fast forward a couple of hospital visits, Tissues wasn't getting any better. In fact, he was worse now! Oh no, that ibuprofen an benadryl did nothing! Yeah, called it.
He now just spent his days either inside of a hospital or in his apartment watching some reality show. Tissues was on the edge of getting evicted and kicked out of every hospital he's been to.
They assumed he was lying and trying to get attention for some odd reason. Yeah right, as if he'd want attention for this type of thing. Then he heard there was gonna be a season two, of that show he watched.
Huh, he thought to himself. Might as well. Now he was on a shitty reality TV show for some sadistic guys entertainment. There was a lot of people there.
Though nobody seemed to like him, he thought so, nobody wants to spend time with a guy who sneezes every five damn seconds, he understands.
What he didn't understand was when he went through the portal, he was shoved into a closet with multiple people. What the hell, talk about being on a budget, MePhone.
Tissues wasn't suprised when everyone started arguing in there, specifically at him. He couldn't help but cough and sneeze continuously, soon being shoved in a corner.
While being shoved in that corner, he hacked his way through his lungs. This room was so cramped, dust was practically collecting in his lungs.
Tissues was eighteen years old when he had first coughed up blood.
After finally being freed from that hell of a closet, OJ and MePhone had some sort of court case which ended with MePhone spending a day in prison.
Everyone just continued with the challenge, and Tissues as well as the test of the eliminated contestants just chilled out on a patch of grass elsewhere.
Tissues apologized to all of them, for sneezing on them and all that while they were in the elimination closet thing? He didn't know what to call it.
They didn't really say anything, just agreeing and saying some sort of variation of 'yeah, okay, and whatever'. Tissues didn't mind though. At least he wasn't hated.
Or so he thought. Tissues was soon moving into OJ's hotel, well good for him, he didn't really have to pay rent. He just had to not sneeze on everyone he meets.
Good enough, but sadly, he became roommates with Trophy. Trophy of all people? God. He would rather have Soap for crying out loud!
And she tried to make Tissues shower with hand sanitizer. He sighed and lays down in his bed, he spent a majority of his days in his bed now, too sick to get up.
Though he always was ever since he was a kid, but one day when he finally did, he met a few other fellows. Friends, even. Cheesy and Yinyang.
They were nice to him, sometimes even asking if he was okay on worse days when he felt more sick than usual, to which he would respond with swallowing a pill and saying he was fine.
He would hang out with them everyday now, them being the only reason he felt motivated to get up in the mornings. he began to notice that Cheesy would hang out with Trophy sometimes.
Tissues would smile at that fact, maybe Trophy was always a jerk to everyone, but that just happened to be the way he showed his love.
All of them would hang out together, becoming one of the many friend groups inside of the hotel, they all enjoyed everyones company.
They would have their nights of sneaking out the hotel to go to some Walgreen's and grab some snacks, then just sit and chat. They we're all happy.
Everyone was pleased with the lives they had now, but everytime Tissues would laugh at one of Cheesy's jokes he felt as if he couldn't breathe.
Not in the good way. Where they were laughing so hard they were wheezing. No, this was a critical thing. So he excused himself the next day to go to the hospital.
He left the hospital with another bag of medication and a inhaler. Maybe this would work, his sneezing and coughing we're still ignored but maybe this could work out.
So he used it, and it helped out! For once in his life something that a doctor prescribed worked on him! This was great. At least he could breathe now.
Though everything else was a mystery to him and everyone else he had ever met. Continue a few more months of Tissues hanging out and actually having a great time.
Cheesy and Trophy finally got together after months of those two gushing over each other non-stop. The amount of nightly rants about Cheesy with Trophy was giving him a headache.
Tissues and Yinyang were happy for them, supporting them. Nothing else changed after that, Cheesy still cracking his obnoxious jokes and Trophy still being as rude as he always was.
Things were great now, and he never wanted them to change. Tissues wants things to stay just the way they are, but of course, life was never generous to him.
Yinyang was gone now, leaving just him, Cheesy and Trophy. Which of couse lead to hangouts feeling more like he was third wheeling on a date.
Tissues would be shushed everytime he sneezed and coughed, making him leave in the end. They didn't seem to care when he left anyways.
This made him start staying in bed all day again, not having the motivation to get up once more. Trophy hardly came back to the room anymore.
Tissues was alone again. Just like when he was a kid, just like when he was a teen, and just like now. It was inevitable to Tissues now. He was destined to be alone, wasn't he?
His condition got worse over time, and he spent nights in his room hunched over and coughing himself into oblivion, then Trophy started coming back into the room.
One night he was sitting on the corner of his bed, wheezing and coughing until be was practically crying. His body shook with every sneeze he let out.
Trophy just so happened to walk in the moment he coughed out blood into his hand. Shit. Okay, there was about two ways he could play this out.
Act like he didn't just cough out blood. Yeah that was the only one. He looked up at Trophy and smiled at him, about to ask him how his date with Cheesy was in a playful manner.
But before he could even do that, he coughed out blood again. Trophy immediately jumped into action, yelling all kinds of curses throughout the room. Everything felt like a blur.
Tissues was nineteen years old when he was rushed to the hospital.
A day before his birthday. Really? He was sitting in a hospital bed a day before his birthday? Well happy fucking birthday to him I guess.
Tissues currently had a huge migraine, and he was currently in the middle of one of his 'black-outs'. That's what he said when he got temporarily blind.
After a while he opened his eyes and blinked, and woah the lights of the hospitals were fucking bright. He felt like he was in heaven, so damn blinding.
He noticed to figures in the right side of his bed, Cheesy and Trophy, who were looking at him with a worried look on their faces. They noticed he was awake.
They immediately began to bombard his with questions. "Are you okay?" Trophy shouted, and Cheesy joined in. "What happened?!" Chessy yelled.
They continued to ask questions, in which Tissues didn't have the answers to, so he just stayed quiet. Soap then interfered, wait soap?
"Guys give him some space, he just woke up!" Woke up? He thought he had a 'black-out' anyways, what was soap doing here? Tissues was just confused.
Out of all the people in hotel OJ, he didn't expect Soap of all people to be visiting him in the hospital. She was the one always wary of him, disgusted with him.
Soap turned to him. "Tissues are you okay?" She asked. "What time is it?" He quickly asked, and soap looked at the watch on her wrist.
"Eleven-thirty, why?" She answered, looking at him with a confused look. Tissues relaxed into his bed a little bit. "Thirty minutes 'till my birthday."
It was quiet, all of then trying to decide if he was on drugs or not. Eventually they just went with his word on it. "Well, then. How old are you turning?"
Despite there being more important questions needing to be answered, Tissues was too tired and ignored that fact. "Uh, twenty? Yeah, twenty."
They all looked at each other, each having some sort of sympathetic look on their face. "We never knew you were so..young." Cheesy mumbled, and Tissues laughed.
He was so tired, he leaned back on his bed and felt as if he were about to pass out, maybe he was just sleepy. Yeah. Sleepy. "I guess I'm just that good at hiding my age!"
Cheesy smiled, though it wasn't a joyful one. The next thirty minutes passed like nothing, and Tissues was feeling loopy, when was the last time he ate? Or drank water?
Or even did anything? He missed Yinyang, he wanted them to be next to him as well. He missed the way they made his stomach flutter everytime he saw the two.
Soap then announced. "It's your birthday now! Sucks you have to spend it in a hospital." Tissues chuckled at that. "..yeah." he rubbed his eyes.
"Happy birthday to me!" He cheered, his body leaning to the side. He was loopy, and tired. He then layed back down on his uncomfortable bed with a thump.
"I'm tired." Tissues said, and yeah, he was. Today was..draining to say the least. Cause right now he was feeling real drained. He noticed Soap wasn't here.
"Where'd Soap go?" He asked, looking at both Cheesy and Trophy. Trophy sighed and rested a hand on his shoulder. "She's getting a doctor for you." He answered.
Tissues finally noticed the worried looks on their faces. "I think I wanna take a nap." The grip on his shoulder tightened. "Nono, you gotta stay awake, okay?"
"But I'm tired." Cheesy looked at him. "You have to stay up for the doctor okay? He needs to check on you real quickly!" Tissues shook his head
He wanted to sleep. "I'm tired, Cheesy." Tissues protested, staring at them with a sour look. "Please, Tissues. Just stay awake for me, okay?"
Soap had then walked in with the doctor, pointing at Tissues with a frantic look. He felt his eyes begin to close subconsciously and there was a lot of noises.
Tissues let himself drift away to the sound of the monitor beeping slowly, never noticing it'll soon stop. He wouldn't be awake to notice, of course.
Tissues was twenty years old when he died.