Unspoken || McStarr

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(Ringo)

I hadn't even realised I had my binder on when I went to bed.

But in the morning I sure did.

My chest was red, and it had tightened over night, making it hard to breathe. I inhaled and exhaled, slowly taking it off myself, and looking in the mirror.

Disgusting.

I turned away and put on a big shirt, slipping on some pajama pants. I heard a knock on my door, and I jumped a little. "Yes?" I turned around, "Are you ready, Richie?" She asked me in a soft voice. I bit my lip, "I'm feeling a bit feverish, yeah. Is it a-alright if I lay down? Just for a while?" I told her quietly. She sighed heavily, "Alright. Get well soon." She pushed off the door, walking away.

Thank god she didn't ask further.

I slowly laid back down, laying on my back. I exhaled deeply and closed my eyes, trying to fall back asleep.

Soon enough, my muscles relaxed and I went straight to sleep.

(Hours later)

It was a few hours after I had gone to sleep, when I was rudely woken up by some...ringing noise.

What was that?

It took me a few seconds to register that it was in fact, a phone. I quickly got up, realizing everybody was gone. I picked up the phone, "'Ello?" I called out.

"Rings?"

Ah, George.

"Oh hey, George." I smiled.

"I didn't see ya at school today, where were ya?"

"Oh well- I uh"

"Well get on with it." I heard a giggle.

"I slept in my binder by accident and it crushed the hell out of my ribs."

"Again? You can't keep doing that, it's gonna hurt ya."

"I know."

"Then why the hell are you still sleeping in it!?" I heard a giggle and I smiled.

"I don't know, but I'll be at school tomorrow alright?"

"Alright."

"See ya then George."

"See ya, Ringo."