Warning: Attempted suicide and vomiting

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Flug slapped Demencia's hand. The bottle of pills in her hand... or bottle that used to be filled with pills had now smacked violently against the bathroom wall.

"What do you think you're doing? Are you trying to kill yourself?" Flug yelled, shaking Demencia by the shoulders. She blinked unevenly, somewhat dazed.

"Oh no..." He mumbled, grasping her hand and tugging on it, trying to get a reaction.

"Stop..." Demencia feebly whispered. So she was okay for the most part. If she could talk that meant her brain hadn't already been damaged by the dosage of whatever she decided to swallow.

"Demencia you just inhaled a whole bottle of pills! It's not candy!"

She stayed quiet, "I know."

"What do you mean, 'I know'?" Flug questioned, thinking that she had accidentally done this, like every other time.

"Flug... I..." Demencia sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest.

He stared at her on the counter. She avoided eye contact. Funny. She wasn't calling him an idiot for falling for her prank yet.

"Am I able to die?" She asked, still not facing him. Flug then realized that this was not another one of her extreme pranks.

"What are you insinuating? Don't you think about--"

"What do you think I was trying to do, Flug? You aren't stupid!" Demencia snapped back, cutting him off and whipping around to face him.

He stayed silent.

"I've lost limbs so, so, many times. They just regrew. I blew off my own arm on a mission on purpose before just to see what would happen. It's not normal. Nothing that I'm capable of surviving is normal. Hell, I just choked down that bottle of pills! And look at me now! I'm still fine! I just want something bad to happen to me! Like you! You're a regular ol' guy! I want to be able to get shot and possibly die, Flug!"

"...you want to die? Demencia, are you okay?" Flug worried.

Her ragged breathing came to a pause. A fearful look came across her face. She glanced at Flug, as if she had just came to a realization.

"No... I'm not." Demencia whispered softly, looking at her hands, "I can't even remember the amount of times I've regrown these hands..."

"I'm for the most part, immortal... and I hate it. Flug... can you tell me something?"

He nodded, nervous about what she would ask him.

"Would you miss me if I were to kill myself?" She said, nonchalantly.

The doctor only remained quiet. What could he say? Yes? Of course he would!

"Yes! I would! Stop thinking that way, okay?" Flug stepped towards Demencia, hesitantly placing a hand over her's, "Demencia, you know I care about you... right?"

She stayed unresponsive and looked into his eyes. Her's looked empty. It shattered his heart to see her this broken. He had been too focused on his deadlines to even spare the time to speak with her. It was probably the reason she hadn't came to him.

"I just didn't want to bother you... you were stressing really badly about those all those projects for the past few weeks. I thought you just didn't need any inconveniences... sorry."

Flug sighed, wrapping her into a hug. She embraced him as well, stuffing her head into the crook of his neck. Some whines and quiet sniffles came from her. He only rubbed her back, allowing himself to be her shoulder to cry on.

Then suddenly she released him and nearly knocked him down to get to the toilet.

Violent retching.

Flug held her ponytail out of the way and rubbed circles on her back.

"I'd call that being human," he grinned. Demencia paused, breathing.

More retching.