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( Tootie's PoV )

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"He's out like a light." Tootie muttered as she poked Timmy's forehead. Timmy didn't even so much as shift in his sleep. "I know the Doctor told you that it would make him sleepy... but don't you think that this is a little... much?"

"Huh?" Vicki put a book down and finally turned her attention to her. She poked his forehead a couple more times. "He does seem... kinda out of it. I could call the doctor, again, if it'll make you feel better."

"No. No. I don't need anyone filling Timmy's head with idiocy. Making him think he wasn't good enough for me. He's a quack." Tootie turned her attention away from the breathing lump of person that was Timmy, and looked at her sister. "Maybe we could find him a new doctor? A good one!"

Tootie stood up leaving Timmy on the couch, where he had fallen asleep a couple hours before. It'd been two days since they'd gotten Timmy his new medication, and it seemed that he'd spent most of the past two days asleep. Of course, while he was asleep, he wasn't in danger of having a panic attack. But he couldn't do anything else either.

Even when he was awake he was drowsy, and it took a while to rouse him enough to even eat. She had Vicki call the doctor about it, and they learned from the doctor, that it was common at first. Timmy's body needed to get used to the new chemicals. And they usually made the person taking them drowsy. That he should return to normal in a few days time. But she wanted him awake now!

"We went over this Toots. The doctor didn't make him think that. He actually was relieved that you two were in some kind of relationship." Vicki sighed. Okay so Vicki was a bit frustrated with the topic... she had brought it up a lot in the past few days. But she just couldn't get the sight of what Timmy looked like when they had returned. He looked beyond upset. And even though he hadn't been tired a couple hours before they left, he was so exhausted that she couldn't even get him up the steps that night. No. Instead she helped him into her room and laid him on the bed. Not that she was complaining about being able to snuggle with Timmy that night. But still.

"I know you told me... But I still don't trust him. He made Timmy cry." Okay, so she knew in her mind, that the doctor hadn't made Timmy cry, just to do it. She wasn't irrational. But still she felt that maybe he had pushed Timmy more than he should of in one day. Maybe if he had given Timmy more time to talk about everything, and not jammed it into one day. Maybe then Timmy would have been... She didn't even know... but she thought it would have been better.

"Tootie. His mom and dad died. They were never really around all that much. Think about if our mom and dad died? They hardly pay attention to us. They didn't even care we left. But we'd be upset. We'd be confused, because we were upset. I mean why should we miss someone that didn't care about us?" Vicki sat next to Tootie on the loveseat.

"Yeah But..." Tootie started but was interrupted.

"Now take in the account that Timmy has been... Timmy these past few years..." Vicki Continued. "He closed himself off from everything and everyone. He isn't very social, and due to that, he developed anxiety issues. He got so messed up he tried to commit suicide. Then he proposed to you... and then... he couldn't even be around you without having a panic attack. Tootie, he's fragile."

"I know! I know he's fragile. And I know he's been through Hell! I don't care. I love him, I've always loved him." Tears formed in her eyes, she tried blinking them away. Her voice became little more than a whisper. "It just hurt me when you said Timmy didn't think he was good enough for me. For a long time... I felt like I wasn't good enough for him. And I know that hurts bad." It had hurt her a lot when she was younger. It effected her eating and sleeping habits. Effected her mood and make her feel like her life didn't matter. "And Timmy has so much more to deal with than I did. Then we did."

"I'm not going to argue with you there. We had messed up childhoods. Never really could afford much. And our parents didn't really care enough to provide for us like they should have." Tootie knew what Vicki meant. Vicki didn't know that she knew, but the money she had gotten for babysitting was used to pay for both their school clothes, and dinners and lunches. That had been mostly what made Vicki so mean. She was still a child, and needed to provide for herself, and for her younger sister. Their parents didn't even care to do that much for them.

She had been mean to Timmy, because Vicki thought that Timmy had everything he ever wanted. And it did seem that way. But a gilded cage, is still a cage. Vicki had always played it off that she liked being mean and cruel... mainly so no one would know why she babysat, if she didn't like kids. So she just pretended she loved the money. But Tootie knew... her sister loved her more than she'd ever admit.

"But, Timmy's parents... didn't always even remember his name. I'd heard them once blame him for not being able to do things... which was a lie. They were always doing something, which was why they called me so often." Tootie leaned on her sister. Once upon a time, she would have thought Vicki would have just pushed her off of her. And would have been shocked when Vicki wrapped her arms around her. "At least Mom and Dad, knew who we were, even if they don't care about us. They never blamed us for anything... not to our faces anyways... they'd have to actually give two shits about us first."

"Do you think he'll be alright Vicki?" She muttered into Vicki's shoulder.

"Yeah, I think so. He's got you and me now. And that's good for all of us."

"I was thinking maybe we could move. If Timmy wanted to I mean. A fresh start... somewhere else."

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( Timmy's PoV )

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Days had seemed to blend together for Timmy. A week had passed since his new medication and this was the first day he was fully awake, even if he was still tired. But he was able to sit somewhere without falling into a sleep Tootie or Vicki couldn't wake him from. Though he still dozed from time to time, but Tootie would poke him in the forehead, and his eyes would open.

"Yeah, you must be getting used to the medication." She leaned over and kissed the spot she had poked.

"How often did you poke me in the forehead before?" He was curious if he needed to me worried about having a dent or something.

"She was poking you every few minutes... couldn't wait for you to wake up." Vicki murmured from behind her book. He didn't take Vicki for a reader. Not that she wasn't educated... she just never seemed interested in it before. He he was sure that he'd ever seen her interested in a book. "Better check for dents."

"I didn't poke him that much! And I didn't dent his head..." She looked flustered. Which was something he wasn't feeling. He'd spent most of the day with Tootie and Vicki, and hadn't once felt like he was going to pass out. Nervous? Yes. Mainly because he expected something bad to happen... too many good things were happening. He was worried it wouldn't take long before something bad would happen. And Tootie, was grumpy. And a grumpy Tootie was cute.

"So what did I miss while I was... sleeping?" He was curious what had been going on since his wits were absent for a while.

"Yesterday... and the day before... and the day before." Tootie threw one of the accent pillows from the couch at Vicki. "Alright... Nothing much. Had my car towed to the scrap yard... Yeah seems moving me and Tootie in was it'd last trip. Wouldn't start again. Uh... We went shopping for food... since you know, we're human. And empty kitchens makes us sad..." another pillow collided with Vicki. "Other than that... Nothing really special."

"You started you're online courses for college again." Tootie pointed to the book Vicki was holding. Ahh so that was what Vicki had been reading. He had assumed it might have been a romance novel... or something the way Vicki's face had turned red when he first looked at the book, before Tootie had mentioned anything. But now he looked at the book more closely until the book was set down. All he was able to determine was that the book was about psychology. Did Vicki want to be a psychologist, or therapist? Well she was good at getting into people's heads... so maybe it would be a good job for her.

"Yeah I had to take less hours at work, so I could take my classes again." Vicki sighed, maybe she was still confused on the point that she didn't need to work. The house was paid for, the cars, furniture, electronics, everything in the house was paid for. And the money he had... would last him a lifetime, even more if he invested properly.

"You don't have to work. I mentioned that."

"I know... it was a generous offer. Very generous. But I don't want to owe you..." Vicki's face turned pinkish and she turned her head away from him. She was strong willed, and it seemed she didn't want charity. Well it wasn't charity in his eyes.

"Owe me? I owe you. You are my 'guardian' now. Because of you I'm not in some nut ward. And when you become a psychologist, maybe you can help figure out what's wrong with me." His voice dropped off to near a whisper at the end. Something was wrong with him, he knew that. He wasn't depressed about it like he had been before. And he knew that things in the future would be better.

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( Author's Note )

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Well this is the end of this fiction. I might revisit it one day, but for now, the story is over.