No joke, no erp, no cars, video game (exept fnf and anything violent) characters are allowed, no military

Simon raised a brow as he glanced at the 10-year-old, confused “..Hello..” he said quietly, sitting up on his bed

"Sure." They say, starting to pull off the bandage covering their eye.

He sat down patiently, saddened that they have such a horrible illness. He sighed as he covered his own burn with his bangs

They show their eye.

He looked half surprised, though he also looked as if it wasn’t new to him “Illness-?” He asked, tilting his head a bit and gazed at them

"Weird, I know."

“It’s not that bad..” he mumbled, looking at it “It’s pretty..” he said quietly, shrugging slightly

"It gives me migraines."

He shrugs and nods a bit "I see.." he said quietly and crossed his arms "How long have you had this..illness-?" he asked, trying not to sound rude.

"Since I was 5."

He nodded again "5 years?" he mumbled and looked at them "Did the doctors take you by that point? Or did someone else go, or did you went to them first?" he asked, trying to minimize his questions

They shrug.

He sighed and crossed his arms “Screw sleep, I’ve already gone a week without sleep, there’s no harm in skipping a day…” he mumbled and stood up “Do you have any leads on them?” He asked

"10 days without sleep can lead to death,

"Then my death should come rather quickly I hope." he said with a hint of joy in his voice. "I'll live." he shrugged disappointingly.

"I'll die, too, probably."

He glanced at them, slightly intrigued "Oh? How so?" he asked, hugging his knees together.

They take off the bandage on their forearm, revealing it's covered in cracks like when you break something like stone.

His eyes widened "What the hell..." he mumbled, staring at the cracks "What or who the hell caused this..." he mumbled, sounding a bit harsh.

"illness." They said, wrapping their arm.

He frowned and nodded "One hell of a illness..." he said quietly and gazed back up at them "Any cure for it..?" he asked with hint of sadness in his voice

"They found me with my sibling and an employee was like, 'yea, you need some help.'"

He nodded, sitting up straight and tilting his head a bit "What's your siblings name?" he asked, hopefully able to get a head start on the search

"Olivia and Harry."

"And they were both with you when you were taken to the hospital?" he asked, crossing his arms as he thought quietly

"Yea, they thought it was a good idea."

"..And when was the last time you saw them?" he asked, now looking at them, frowning slightly

"A week ago."

He slowly nodded and looked down "Do you think they're still in the hospital?" he asked quietly, thinking as well.

"No, I like running away and going to a certain place."

He sighed and hanged his head back "So, they could've escaped as well?" he asked, gently tapping his finger on his chin

Their smile fades, "Dead."

He frowned again “I’m sorry..” he mumbled and took a deep breath, looking away “Mine are too.” He said quietly

"My mom died giving birth to me, my dad crashed and died."

He looked down and nodded “My parents were murdered.” He said, his voice empty with no empathy

"I'm sorry." They hug him.

He blinked a few times, surprised at the sudden hug. He hesitated for a few seconds before gently hugging them back “It’s fine. I learned to deal with it..” he mumbled, staring at the floor

"Because of my dad dying before my mom, I have a different last name than my siblings."

He thought for a moment “Step-siblings?” He asked, frowning at the remembrance of his own parents

"No, she changed her last name back."

“Ohh, I see.” He said and gently let go of the hug, looking serious at him “If they’re dead, where the hell have you been staying-? You don’t look great.” He said, trying his best to not sound rude

They smile, "Hello there."

He nods gently and looked around “Question. How’d you get in here-?” He asked, looking around at the space he had taken as his new “home”.

"I have my ways." They said in a sing-song voice.

“Uh-huh…” he mumbled and looked back at them “What’s your name and how old are you..?” He asked, still looking confused

"I'm 10," They stated, "Why?"

“I’m just wondering what a 10-year-old is doing in an abandoned house, staring at a 14-year-old sleep.” He said with a sarcastic smile

"Hah."

He sighed and crossed his arms “I’m Simon. What’s your name?” He asked

"Wyatt, nice to meet you."

He nodded “Likewise..” he said quietly and glanced around before looking back at them “Do you have any parents?” He asked, frowning at that word

"Hah."

“Am I wrong?” He asked with a hint of sassiness in his voice, smiling and laughing

"No."

“Hah, of course.” He rolled his eyes and sighed “Now, I’m guessing you need me to seek for something or someone?” He asked, thing up his curly hair into a bun

Tying*

"Someone."

“And who is this someone?” He asked, brushing his bangs away to the side of his face

There's a bandage over is eye, it's not bloody though.
"My siblings."

He gazed at the bandage for a bit before returning his gaze at them “Your siblings?” He asked, thinking about it

"Mhm."

He shrugged “Let me sleep for at least an hour, then I’ll help you.” He said and smiled sarcastically

"They're not in the hospital."

He glanced at them “Alright hold on. When exactly did you leave the hospital?” He asked, now lowering his head and crossing his arms again

"3:30 AM maybe."

“Alright. So you were still there a week ago and so were they..” he mumbled, trying to make sense of the story “Did they leave before you did?” He asked, trying to piece the whole thing together

"They were never in the hospital as a patient."

He stared at them, confused as hell “What the hell were they then? A doctor?” He asked quietly

"THEY ARENT A PART OF THE HOSPITAL!! PERIOD!!"

He was surprised at the sudden rage from them, making him shut his mouth. He frowned and nodded “Alright alright, fine.” He muttered, crossing his arms and looking unfazed.

"Sorry-"

He shook his head “It’s alright, I’m used to it.” He shrugged and sighed “So I don’t mess things up again, they weren’t taken into the hospital like you.” He asked, hoping he said the right stuff

"..."

"Not yet."

He frowned again and sighed “Shitty hospital..” he mumbled and rolled his eyes “Does it..hurt-?” He asked, shifting his eyes back to the bandage

"Yes."

He looked down and nodded slightly “All the time..?” He asked quietly.

They nod.

He sighed as he tugged his bangs a bit, continuing to look down “And it doesn’t stop?” He asked, touching his burn scar for a bit before tugging at his hair again

They shake their head, "Thankfully, it hurts less when I'm asleep."

He nodded again, gazing at their bandaged arm “I’ll help you find your siblings, and I’ll try and get you help..” he said quietly, crossing his arms

"My eye looks worse, thanks."

He raised a brow “If it’s alright..can I see..?” He asked quietly, looking slightly worried

"Nope."

He rolled his eyes “Think a 14-year-old could sue a hospital?” He asked, smiling sarcastically

THey roll their eyes.

He chuckled and sighed before glancing up “Why of all the other houses, did you walk into this one?” He asked, muttering

"You seem like a seeker."

“Didn’t you just meet me 10 minutes ago?” He asked with a sarcastic smile

"Yes."

He rolled his eyes “Mhm, so how’d you know I seem like a seeker?” He asked, crossing his arms again and blowing a piece of strand hair away from his face

"I'm always right."

“You sure are cocky.” He said jokingly and smiled sarcastically again

"Some shitty hospital."

He looked surprised a 10-year-old knew curse words, then again he wasn’t that surprised “I’m guessing not your average hospital?” He asked, frowning

"It sucks, they don't know what the hell is wrong with me."

He raised a brow “Well, IS there something wrong?” He asked, crossing his arms again and frowning at him

(their a them)
"Yes."

(Yeah I remembered after posting the comment and I yelled at myself 👍🏼)

“And the doctors have no idea and you have no idea?” He asked, trying to summarize the whole thing

(oop-)
"I know its related how one of my friends died, I think it's a varient."

He slowly nodded “That’s a really shitty hospital-“ he mumbled and rolled his eyes, smiling slightly

" 'You're doing well" Nope, I'm feelin' like hell but no, I'm not allowed to say anything."

He scoffed and frowned “They don’t send you to a different hospital? Y’know, one where the damn doctors know what they’re doing?” He asked