[For all the warped nature of his own response, Tim certainly heard theirs - and in his attempt to answer, doesn't realize just how distorted things are going to become. Icy chill up against his skin, the feeling of sweat stuck to his back.. No more doctors.]
[No more doctors, said someone once, retching into their deathbed, skin flaking with reddened rashes and sores.] [No more doctors, pleaded someone once, huddled in the corner of a room, wanting his mom and no one else.]
cw description of illness and institutionalization
[No more doctors, said someone once, retching into their deathbed, skin flaking with reddened rashes and sores.]
[No more doctors, pleaded someone once, huddled in the corner of a room, wanting his mom and no one else.]
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