Once again I'm doing things similar to what happened to my brother. As in a Facebook post or two from mother of the year, Maggie Tozier! Of course she'd update family and friends on Facebook. What 30 something year old mom wouldn't at this point?


Dr. Alleyne and Martha both watched the three boys as they walked down the hall, looking at each other in awe. It's rare for them to see someone walking around so soon after such a life threatening surgery, especially as young as he is.

"This'll make it on the news, or somewhere, someone will be talking about it." Dr. Alleyne said. Martha nodded in agreement.

"Do you need to like… sit to pee?" Eddie asked.

"I ain't no bitch." Richie muttered." I ain't that fucked up… I don't think." he added. Eddie snorted.

"You're kind of… super fucked up." Eddie said.

"Shut up."

"You know one of us has to stay with you, right?" Mike said. "Don't need you falling and hurting yourself anymore."

"I don't care, man, I just gotta pee." Richie whined.

They both ended up staying, turning around so they wouldn't see anything, but close by in case he started to fall.

"Don't look at my ass please." Richie muttered as he started to pee.

"We've seen your ass already, Rich." Mike chuckled.

"My clean… ass, yeah. I haven't washed in days."

"I know you'll be glad to take a shower." Mike said.

"Yes."

"I'll be glad too." Eddie snickered, waiting for the reply.

"Bitch." Mike laughed and shook his head. Richie finished his business and pulled his hospital gown back down. He grabbed the IV pole and slowly moved to the sink, gripping the porcelain, looking at his beaten and battered face.

"You done?" Eddie asked, glancing back at him.

"Yeah." Richie sniffed. He turned the water on and washed his hands. "Can someone go... ask if I can put underwear... on now?" Eddie nodded and left the bathroom. Mike put a careful arm around Richie and rested his chin on Richie's shoulder.

"I saw those messages in the chat." Mike muttered quietly. "Bev wasn't fast enough with the spamming."

"I, uh…" Richie's cheeks turned red.

"I don't want to straight up ask you if but if you and Eddie are a thing, I'm one hundred percent cool with it. With you being… gay. If you are…?"

"We're… we're not." Richie said. "I don't know… what we are. And I… I'm bi. He just found out when… I thought I was actually… gon-gonna die."

"Ah, okay well… that's cool. Not the thinking you were gonna die part… but, yeah." Richie smirked a little.

Eddie came back into the bathroom loudly, making Richie jump and grimace.

"Sorry. I got your underwear though. It's clean."

"Well I'd hope so." Richie mumbled. "Thanks, Eds." he smiled a little, then frowned. "I'm gonna need help."

"Just hold onto Mike and I'll help you get your feet in them." Eddie told him. Richie nodded and put his hands on Mike's shoulders and lifted each leg. Eddie pulled them up enough for Richie to be able to reach and he finished pulling them up.

"Better." Richie said. "Fuck, who knew taking… a piss and… putting underwear on would be… so fucking… tiring."

"Yeah, you are getting pale… er." Mike said. Richie glared at him and he chuckled. The two put their arms around him and Eddie grabbed the IV pole and they made their way back to the room.

"Took you guys long enough." Bev joked.

"Look, I got… a whole ass row of… staples… in me Bev." Richie puffed out, sitting on the bed. "I'm a fucken stapler, Bev. That's…. What I'ma be for… for Halloween."

"Eddie can be the staple remover." Maggie suggested. Richie choked on his spit and started coughing painfully, hugging a pillow. Eddie turned beet red and Bev cackled. "I'm so confused." Maggie chuckled.

Bev just laughed harder.


"Who's ready to try and eat some chicken broth? Or well, drink it." Martha announced as she made her way into the room, holding a Styrofoam cup. Richie kind of cringed at it. "I know you're not really hungry, but as soon as you finish this cup of broth, you'll be moved out of ICU and into a regular room."

"But that means… I won't see you any… more."

"Nah, I'm gonna come and check in on you." Martha told him, handing him the cup. She looked at his parents, Bev and Eddie. Mike left not long after the bathroom trip, promising to come back later as it was lunch time at the farm. "Make sure he doesn't drink too fast. Someone come and get me when he's done. They're getting his room ready now." she gave Richie a look and he gave her a thumbs up and took a sip of the broth as she walked out.

"How is it?" Went asked.

"Not bad." Richie said, drinking a little more.

"Don't drink too fast, Richie." Eddie told him.

"I'm not Spaghetti." Richie replied. Maggie took a picture of Richie as he put the cup up to his lips again, a dopey grin on his face.

Like the mother she is, she posted the photo and any others she took- and some Bev took- on Facebook, having made multiple posts over the last few days, updating family and friends on his condition.

Maggie Tozier

Richie is off the ventilator and breathing on his own now! He got the nose tube and chest tube out today too, which were both painful, but he's a strong boy. He was able to get up and walk a little, pictured below, and now is drinking some chicken broth! First thing he's eaten in days, so I know he's happy! Once he finishes his cup, he'll be moved out of ICU and into the room, if you want to come and visit, text or message me and I'll tell you the hospital and room number. Thanks everyone for the prayers and/or thoughts of our baby boy!

She tagged Went, Richie and his friends in the post and threw her phone in her bag.

"Did you just update the Facebook ?" Richie asked. She glared at him and didn't say anything for a few seconds.

"Yes." she replied. He snorted. "You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?"

"What, the Facebook ?" Went asked. "Neither of us are."

"Oh shut up… dad. You called Snapchat… Chot Snap."

"Hey, you're supposed to be on my side, child." Went retorted. Richie snickered and drank some more broth.

"Oh, speaking of social media." Richie muttered, grabbing his phone and putting the cup on the table. He took a selfie and messed on his phone a little.

"Is that you're "famous" account?" Eddie asked.

"Yes." Richie replied.

"Can we see it yet?" Bev asked.

"Uh…" Richie bit his lip. "You know what? Yeah. I'll send the name to… the group chat."

"Seriously?" Eddie asked. Richie nodded and then he and Bev got a few notifications.

(2:12 PM) The Water- guys don't laugh at my username I did this so you wouldn't know it was me cus ik you guys like to snoop and will find shit.

(2:12) The Water- trashtiddy is my Instagram account that I haven't let you guys see.

(2:13) Billy Bill- oh shit really?

(2:13) The Water- yeah

(2:13) The Water- I had it private so if you followed you wouldn't get accepted. No offence. It's not privat anymore

(2:15) The Water- there's a lot of random shit and a lot of depressing shit and me hopelessly pining over someonE so. Yeah. Also. I'm bi.

(2:15) Pappy Ben- awe that's awesome, Rich! We support you :D

(2:15) Billy Bill- Nice. I'ma go stalk your account now.

"I know you did not." Eddie said. Richie threw his phone at the end of the bed like it burned him.

"I did."

"Richie!" Bev laughed. He grabbed the cup and took a sip.

"What did he do?" Went asked. Bev and Eddie looked at Richie, who's eyes widened a little. He nodded towards the door and the two stood up.

"We'll be right back." Bev said. "Going to the gift shop. I saw some cute shirts." she grabbed Eddie's hand and yanked him out of the room.

"Did she say cute shirts? What the hell?" Went asked, making a face.

"Do you want me to stay too or?" Maggie asked her son.

"Stay, yeah." he said, putting his cup back down and clasping his hands together.

"What is it? Did you get someone pregnant?" Went narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Uh, no, but if I did… Would you like… kick me out or something?" Richie asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"No. I'd be pissed but I wouldn't let you leave." Went said. Maggie snickered.

"Okay, well, no, I didn't… get someone pregnant. I've never had a girlfriend… or boyfriend before."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're telling me-" Richie braced himself. "That you and Eddie aren't dating?"

Richie opened his eyes and stared at his dad, who looked absolutely bewildered.

"What the actual fuck. No boyfriend my ass, you two act like an old married couple!" Maggie giggled to herself at her husbands reaction, giving her son a knowing look.

Went and Richie stared at each other for a solid thirty seconds before Richie burst into tears. Maggie let out a little noise and stood up, rushing over to him to comfort him.

"What is it baby?" she asked, pulling him into her arms.

"I'm s-sorry." he cried. "I didn't… I thought you'd hate me." he said to Went.

"The fu- I could never hate you, son." Went said, joining the hug, rubbing up and down Richie's good shoulder. "I love you and I accept you for who you are. I always will, unless you get a tattoo on your forehead, then I'd have to beat your ass." Richie chuckled wetly.

"No, no tattoos on my face. Promise." The family of three stayed like that for a few minutes and Richie calmed down enough, shaking them off.

"I gotta… make a post… on Instagram that's… what I was trying to do... got sidetracked, now I'm a baby." Maggie rolled her eyes at her son and handed him his phone. They sat back down on the couch and Richie took another selfie, his face red and eyes still wet with tears.

Hello fuckers, it's me trashtiddy. I'm only going to say a few things. My name is Richie, I'm in ICU because I got my ass beat (will give more info on that in a live soon) and I came out to three friends today and my dad. Which is why I'm crying ha. (My three other friends found out over the last few days). I still have six friends. Six whole, beautiful friends that I will love forever. That's all. Bye.