He puked in the sink once again as he felt the nausea fill him. The antidepressants were always a pain. They would make him feel sick to the stomach. Not only that, his sexual desires had increased, of course, he made sure that no one knew. It had been a week since he started taking those darn pills with a recommendation of a psychiatrist. It wasn't Geno, though. He didn't know how to explain the things to his older brother, scared of the pitiful looks. Hopeless, he gripped the sides of the sink, his grip slowly tightening. Some whimpers came out of his mouth, causing his close pal, Decans, to come over with a worried look. The look Fresh hated the most that was towards him.

"Bro . . . ? Are you alright . . .?" Asked the smaller skeleton in worry, to which Fresh nodded. He would be fine eventually. His throat was hurt from puking, though.

"'M fine, lil' brah . . . Jus' need a lil' moment 'fore I get ready for da w-work . . ." He muttered under his breath, loud enough for his best buddy to hear him.

"Alright . . . I-I'll wait in the living room, okay?" He gave the taller a reassuring smile. Only if Fresh could see that smile. His eye lights were stuck on the sink. He was thinking a lot lately. About everything. About life. About decisions. About the memories. About his past. He had been feeling a lot number. There comes another disadvantage of antidepressants.

Sometimes, he wished that he could go back in time, only to feel numb again. To this day, he still couldn't handle some stuff. He was sensitive. He would cry too easily, especially when no one saw him. This had always made him feel weak. Still, he never told anyone but the psychiatrist. He looked at himself in the mirror one more time before washing his mouth and face slowly, feelings his hands shake. After that, the tall doctor left the bathroom and walked into his bedroom where his jacket and backpack was in. Before he left the house, he made sure that he got everything. Backpack, ready. Clothes, they don't look that bad. Did he take his pills? Probably not. Not minding that, he walked towards the living room, smiling as he began feeling like he was home. It was pretty early in the morning. No one in the house was awake yet but Decans and him. The small skeleton who was sitting on the couch, Decans', eye sockets looked towards Fresh, as a small smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, Fresh! You're ready." He said before standing up and making his way to the door to outside. Fresh nodded at Decans' question and followed his best friend. When the door opened, he finally saw the beautiful fall day. Red and orange trees, a cool weather and leaves on the ground. He loved fall. His smile widened in joy as he started walking to work with his best buddy. They would usually take the bus or drive, but today, they had decided to walk there. It's been a long time since Fresh had walked that much. Not like the hospital was far away or anything.

The little trip to there was fine. The two skeletons talked to each other while walking to the hospital. It was the happiest version of Fresh that Decans had seen in a while. It made him feel happy. Happy that his best friend, who helped him no matter what and even (accidentally) risked his life for him. Fresh really had done everything he could to make Decans safe. Thanks to him, Decans was here! So much healthier. A famous doctor's assistant! He was so glad that he and his best friend never were torn apart. No matter the dangers and the bad things they have been through.

Their conversation went rather quickly. Seemed like they both enjoyed it very much. When they entered the hospital, Fresh looked around. Nothing had changed. The same receptionist, the same doctors who were going to the small kitchen to have their morning coffee. He wished he could drink coffee. However, he couldn't. His psychiatrist did not approve that. What a shame . . . He would sometimes talk to people there . . . It would make his day better. He had to avoid it now. After biting his lower 'lip' in resistance, he continued walking deeper into the hospital, leaving Decans slightly worried about him. Still, the smaller followed Fresh.

Some other doctors greeted Fresh happily, to which Fresh gave a small smile and waved towards them, being careful not to say anything. He just did not feel like talking. Of course, the other doctors found that pretty strange. They decided not to ask about it. The tall doctor and his assistant finally got to their big room. Here was refreshing, at least to Fresh. There weren't much people here. That made him feel safe and less worried about messing something up.

"Do you need anything? I'll take some water." Said Decans in a friendly voice. A glass of water doesn't sound that bad, he thought as he spoke. "Dat'd be totes nice, Deccy Dec! Thanks!" That got Decans smiling happily, and getting out of the office to the kitchen. When the tall doctor was finally alone, Fresh sighed heavily. The nausea filled his stomach again. He gulped, trying hard not to vomit right there and then. He had not eaten in a while. Maybe that's why he was feeling like throwing up. He had lost a lot of pound because of that. He was so slim, even the other doctors could see that now. Especially the girl he always saw in the hospital, just looking at him with a blush and a look of admiration. He had talked to her a bit before. Her name was Jupiter? The last they talked, it was clear that Fresh was so tired. He couldn't even focus. That had made her so worried.

Fresh smiled at those memories. It was nice having a small friendly conversation with her. The last he saw her was a month ago. He couldn't help but wonder where she was. While these all were happening, he noticed that he was deep in his thoughts again. Shaking his head left and right, he tried focusing. The doctor took a deep breath before looking around the desk. It was full of documents of the patients. Curious about today's schedule, he began looking through the documents. Everything seemed normal. Some now kids who had just came into the hospital had to be checked, the recent kids staying in the hospital, some ready to finally leave . . . Everything really was okay, until he saw that. The picture of the kid they lost a few months ago . . . It was in a surgery that Fresh was in as well . . . Things had not gone well and the kid had ended up nothing but a lifeless body. Fresh had broken down that day. He remembered about Geno and how he would have felt if he was gone . . . The kid's family's face had not made it better, either. They all seemed so sad. His brothers broke down. His parents were all sad, trying not to cry and comforting their children. At that moment, Fresh had thought of Zigzag and how much he loved his son . . . Only if he could express it . . . For the rest of the day, Fresh had tried so hard not to cry. He bottled up all of the emotions that swelled up inside of him. His chest hurt slightly because of that. However, he did not mind. When he had arrived home with his dearest friend, he had instantly went to his room without even a greeting. In his room, he was crying his eye sockets out. So quiet. Just a whimpering. Since then, he would feel free at nights. He would cry ever now and then, letting all of his emotions out. No one knew. Everyone thought he was fine. Everyone thought success was everything. Everyone thought he was the best. Little did they know, their hero, their inspiration actually needed a hero himself. To save him from all of the misery. From all of the sadness. From all the emptiness. From all people. But there was no one to help him. Not a single person. Would anyone really care if he were-?

"Fresh...? Are you okay? Wh-why are you crying?"

His best friend's voice interrupted him from the thoughts as he looked up at his friend. He was too focused on the thoughts that he had not realized that he was crying. He forced a small smile. "N-nothin', lil Dec! No worries, k-kay?" He said, trying to keep his voice as still and friendly as possible. He wouldn't want to make Decans worried much.

"A-are you sure...? That didn't look like 'nothing' to me..."

"'m fine, yo! Just somethin' went into my dang eye socket."

"O-okay...if you say so...I uh...got your water!" Smiling slightly, the smaller skeleton put the water glass on the desk, gathering a wider and a more truthful smile from Fresh. The taller took the water glass and began drinking from it, noticing his shaking hands. He tried to steady them. That did not attract Decans' attention much, however. He was glad at that. Wouldn't want to cause another scene.

After he put the glass on the desk again, he smiled. He would care. In his sake, Fresh decided to try again. For his best friend. He did not want to make Decans sad. It would hurt him so much more then it hurt his best friend. And his son . . . His wife . . . His brothers . . . They would all be so worried and sad . . . They would keep blaming themselves for what happened . . . Even though it was hard even thinking Error crying over Fresh, that would possibly happen. If Error cared about Fresh, that is. Although Fresh would always act happily around Error, his stained relationship with him was too much for him to handle. He wished Error did not act so harsh on him. He wished that he would hear Error saying, 'Good job, bro.' However, he knew that would all be a dream that he will never ever achieve. He had been trying so hard to make his older brother happy. Nothing he did made him happy. He felt worthless around Error. Nothing he did made his elder brother happy. He faked every happy moment with him.

Every time the two had fights, Fresh would just listen to Error now, believing in everything he says. Every slur he said was true. Still, he was smiling. Error had to at least smile back at him, right? That never happened. They will never get along and Error will never try to understand Fresh. That's how much he hates his younger brother. Why even try to survive when the person who is supposed to love you more than anything doesn't even-

"You're more spaced out than normal...A-are you sure everything's okay...?" Decans asked again, almost sure that his friend was not doing okay.

"Huh...? Uh- yeah- yeah . . ." Answered Fresh. His smile was completely gone. Only a sour face was left that looked so empty, yet sad.

"Fresh . . . You know I can tell that you're n-not okay . . . What's wrong . . . ?"

Those words instantly made Fresh's chest hurt. It feel like his soul was turning and twirling around, wanting to let out everything. Fresh did not allow that. He was quiet fır a while, fighting the pain in his chest. He knew this was so wrong. He knew where this lead to, but still, he kept it all to himself. It just felt so wrong to make Decans feel worried. He took a deep breath before finally speaking.

"N-nothin' . . . Don't worry about it...Not important . . ."