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Eddy almost didn't recognize Brett when he entered the room after a smiling nurse. His face was hidden behind long bangs as he had his head bent down in shame, eyes glued to the floor. Nobody had told him what was about to happen yet.

"Brett", Eddy exclaimed in relief, quickly running over to him and pulling him into a hug. He got no response from Brett. The nurse and the doctor left the room so they could be alone for a bit, but Brett just stood there by the door with his gaze still trained on the floor directly in front of his feet.

"Brett, love", Eddy repeated, carefully trying to tilt his head up so he could look at him. Brett shrugged him off, and Eddy felt a knot build in his stomach."Please, Brett talk to me", Eddy said, more hesitantly now. "What's going on?"

Brett slowly lifted his hands out of the pockets of his sweatpants and placed them around himself, holding himself as he fought against his tears."I'm sorry", he whispered shamefully. "I fucked up."Eddy furrowed his brows."What..? With the pills you mean? Don't worry about that, Brett, it's gonna be fine. They've found a great solution and...""No, Eddy, not the pills."A single tear escaped Brett's strong face and he bit his lip hard to prevent himself from crying more. The voice had already informed him how he had fucked up, to the point of letting him know he didn't deserve to live anymore. "I'm sorry I let Mike touch you. I promised to protect you, after what... what Chris..."

Eddy hugged him before he could even finish the sentence, closing his eyes and swallowing hard. "That is not your fault, Brett. There was nothing you could have done. I'm sorry I messed up, okay? I'm sorry." Eddy shakily ran a hand through Bretts hair before kissing the top of his head, feeling Brett's tension slowly losen up. "I... I shouldn't have lied... about the visitation...", Brett sniffled, hiding his face in Eddy's sweater, feeling ashamed of the fact that he still sought out comfort from Eddy after what he had done. "B... but the voice kept saying you'd be better off not seeing me and... and... I only want what's best for you and... and..."

Eddy losened the hug slightly to reach down and wipe Brett's tears with shaky hands, ignoring his own tears spilling over his cheeks. "If you want what's best for me, Brett, then please just believe me when I say that all I ever want is to be with you okay?" He leaned down and kissed Brett gently. "And I want you to get better." Brett nodded quietly, sniffling again. "I want to be with you too."

Eddy pulled him into another hug, trying to ignore the fact that Brett's last sentence sounded like he wasn't allowed to be with him. It hurt him. "They told me about the pills. Why did you stop taking them?" Eddy asked calmly, still holding Brett tightly. Brett shrugged, hiding his face in Eddy's sweater. "I don't know. I'm sorry", Brett half whispered, closing his eyes. "I'll be better."

Eddy moved them to sit on the single couch in the room, oulling Brett down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around him, letting him rest his head against his shoulder. "They gave me some good news earlier, though", Eddy whispered, caressing Brett's cheek gently. Btett looked at him, confused.

They probably finally decided to lock you up here forever. He's happy to never see you again.

"They said they will let me take you home soon, Brett", Eddy whispered, almost tearing up. Brett's jaw dropped. "You're serious? When?" "In a week if you take the pills every day", Eddy said kissing his forehead.

Brett's heart fell into his stomach along with his faltering face. "Oh", he whispered, shifting slightly. It felt like an impossible task, to always take the pills. "Think about it, Brett, we could be together every day and I'd make you breakfast and we could cuddle in bed and have sex or we could film videos or..." "I know", Brett mumbled, shooting down Eddy's enthusiasm. "But...what if I don't take... don't take my pills...?" "What do you mean?" Brett looked away from Eddy, feeling like an idiot. Of course he wanted to come home with Eddy."I... I don't know how to handle... Life... Without the voice and... And... The pills are taking that from me... I know it's stupid, but I need it, Eddy. I need it to help me..."

Eddy ran his hand gently through Brett's hair before kissing the top of his head. He wanted to be rational and understanding, to say the right thing to help him, but it hurt. Hearing Brett choose the voice over him hurt. "I try to help you", Eddy mumbled. "I really do, Brett. I always do my best." "I know, I just... I'll try, Eddy. I'm sorry. I want to come home with you."