A/N : Probably no-one even remembers this fiction but I finally got to complete the fifth chapter but it’s crap tbh. I’m sorry I’ll post a couple fluffs/prompts up too by today (hopefully)
Picking up the litter off the carpet he went towards the garbage bin. Doing any sort of physical work caused him pain and made him weak.
But it didn’t matter because he was doing it for Phil.
He couldn’t bear to see him this way.
He threw the garbage in the bin. As he turned around, he saw all of what he had picked up was still lying on the floor. They hadn’t moved at all.