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Your fucking pump broke, you don’t have the money to get a new one—insurance taking for fucking ever to deliver the new one as well—and you’ve been stuck without one for two months. Your sharps bag overflowing and just getting through the work day without a panic attack is almost impossible. If it was possible to crawl out of your skin and inhabit the nearest body with a working pancreas you would. But the world goes on and you cant just stop, that would literally kill you.
So you get up, drag your body out of bed, feeling no more than another cog in the machine. But your rusty, broken. So broken you have to force your body to work, make it work in the ways you just WISH it would do on itself. But no, you have to tap the syringe, inject before every meal, remember to dose, don’t forget to keep the levels up as well! It+s so fucking annoying, but you have to get to work. Breakfast sits uneasily in your stomach as you get on the bus to work.
Traffic was shit that morning. 6:27 am. Maybe you can make it on time if you run? But that’s still a 10 minute run, it’s a 20 minute walk to the plex from the bus stop, might as well walk and not deal with the pain that always settles into your legs when you run. Even though that pain is constant and walking doesn’t help. But it’s the lesser evil you suppose. You adjust your backpack on your shoulders and with a sigh you walk to the plex.
Thank god the staff door inst locked today, sometimes the nightstand locks the thing when they leave and it drives you nuts having to ask one of the anamatronics to open the door. Which honestly is the last thing you need in this situation with how the anxiety is tangling itself in your lungs. You get changed into your uniform in the staff room. Its 7 am and you are 90% sure Sun and Moon are going to gut you, but hey maybe that would be a good thing. No guts, no pancreas that doesn’t do shit, no more syringes.
You slam the locker door shut, anger rocking your body as you stomp towards the daycare. Time to apologize to the fucking jesters for being late.
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Halfway through the day your blood sugar just decides to skyrocket way higher than it honestly needs to be and it just makes you annoyed. You send Sun a quick message that you are going to the bathroom and pull out your kit. It feels disgusting that you have to dose in this dirty fucking bathroom. You sigh flicking the needle over and over again and that stupid bubble just wont get out. You wish you could scream but that would alert some security bot and then they would probably drag you to the streets for doing drugs or something.
You pinch the skin on the side of your stomach and inject, and start counting.
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The door slams open. Someones shouting your name, and you just want to scream.
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10.
“What?” You say stepping out of the toilet stall setting the insulin back in your kit, totally not irritated or anything not like you got interrupted. You come face to face with Moon, who's looking at you far more quizzically than you would like.
“Were about to do nap time, Sun said to come get you to help set up… Why do you have a syringe?” Moon stares down at you, you look at him like hes an idiot.
“I’m…dosing? Don’t look at me like that. You know I’m diabetic plate face.” You snap, not really in the mood for this and you feel like everything is trying to fucking kill you. Moon follows you out of the bathroom, his steps incredibly quiet.
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THANK. THE STARS. You can go home, cry into a pillow, hug your stupid old cat, sleep. You don’t have to be around sticky kids and loud loud noises. Just as you're about to leave the daycare a cold hand settles onto your shoulder stopping you. You turn around and stare at Moons… Guilty eyes?
“I’m… sorry. For how I acted in the bathroom earlier. It was rude.” You are almost taken aback at how apologetic he is.
“Its fine? I’m sorry for being a bit short today… Well. Everyday for like the last few months its been. Rough.” You mumble out. Moon opens his arms, offering you a hug which you basically fall into. cool casing on your always too warm body.
“Would you like to talk about it little lamb?” You nod into his shoulder, the delay in you being able to go home forcing emotions out of you. “Alright,” He picks you up, and brings you up to his and Suns room via wire. Where Sun already is, dusting some shelf.
“Oh! Is that our dewdrop? Are we having a sleepover?” Sun say happily, voice too loud making you bury your head into Moons shoulder. Incredibly glad hes so cold.
“…Sun. Volume, not the time.” Moon mumbles petting a hand through your hair, Sun stammers out a quick apology before walking out of the room. Moon sits down on their bed settling you on his lap, you basically melt into him, leaning into his touch. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m here to listen.” You honestly can’t really put it into words how terrible you’ve felt recently but you can talk about the stupid terrible events of today.
You speak so quietly, barely a whisper. “Well, I woke up and then remember how I still don’t have a pump and I haven't had one in what feels like forever and I hate having to do it by hand its just the worst because of the scar tissue and stuff and how its gonna be so bad.” You sniff a little bit, Moon rubs your back. “Then I was almost late to the bus but that didn't even matter because the traffic was bad so I was late and I hate being late it makes me-me-” a sob erupts out of your throat, Moon hugs you tighter.
“Its alright, take your time you are doing so well sweet thing. Crying is good, its going to okay.” Moon whispers praises into your hair, rubbing your back. It all just makes you cry harder. You only vaugley hear the door opening again, Suns steps a bit louder than Moons.
“Oh oh oh dear.” Sun sets something down on the nightstand before sittings behind you, the bed dipping. “Its alright dear, what do you need?” He asks so sweetly, voice like honey.
“..water, I’m so thirsty, it feels-” a hiccup interrupts your raspy voice, “It feels never ending..”
“Well, I’ve just brought some water just for you,” Sun reaches past Moon and grabs it off the nightstand handing it to your shaky hands, you take a sip, relief only momentary as you are fully reminded with just how thirsty you really are. You start chugging the entire glass before Sun stops you, a light hand on your wrist. “No so fast dew drop you are only going to hurt yourself, go slowly. I can always get you more.” You let out a pitiful whine before drinking the rest at a normal pace.
The three of you sit like that for a couple of minutes, Moon rubbing your back while Sun pets your hair.
“Are you ready to keep talking Starshine?” Moon asks, voice a rumble to your ears with how your head is rested on his chest.
“Yeah-Yeah I think so… So I was late and I don’t like being late because it sucks and it makes me feel like a bad coworker to you guys and then my levels just went super high during lunch so I had to go dose in the dirty bathroom and I hate dosing in there but where else am I supposed to dose? I can’t do that in front of the kids or-”
“You can do it in our room.” Sun says, using the tone he uses when kids whine about something they can’t have. Leaving no room for argument.
“…Really? Are you sure because-”
“Yeah its fine, if we had known you were doing that in such an unsanitary place we would've offered earlier. Tell us these things Starlight.” Moon sighs, “We care about you more than you know.”
Tears well up in your eyes and you clutch onto Moons collar, not sure what to do. But… In that moment know that they care is more than enough. It distracts from how terrible everything else is.