Broken- DreamNotFound/ Gream

Chapter. 35

Day: 21

Life Count: 45

Techno:

It was time.

Phil was re-checking Dream's wounds.

Tubbo was 'talking' with Tommy, the blond boy smiling silently as his best friend cooed over a bee. Techno was still unsure of why his little brother couldn't speak, but it had something about the fact that Tommy never opened his mouth, not to laugh or sneeze or anything. He just kept his lips shut tight, pain flashing through his eyes every time he smiled, just like Dream. But instead of smiling, the unconscious blond man let out little whimpers of fear, twitching in his sleep, only relaxing when one of them was there next to him.

Nightmares.

Usually Techno was the only one awake.

The nightmares kept him up too.

He would sit there next to the blond man as he lay there, curled in on himself and shaking until Techno would reach out and lightly brush his hand through Dream's hair. He had a vague memory of Phil doing the same thing to him every time his mind haunted him, singing some silly song about sunshine, and gently petting his head. Tommy also had the same problem, but he almost always slept curled close to Tubbo, clutching his best friend like he would never let go.

Their friendship was so perfect.

Tubbo never cared about Tommy's clinginess, just was clingy right back, making them practically inseparable. They would do everything together, every bit of trouble Techno's little brother got Tubbo into was always chaotic, and the brown haired boy just willingly followed along. It was nice to see his brother so happy, so peaceful, having some kind of anchor of joy in this hellish game.

His anchor was gone.

Beside him, Dream stirred slightly in his sleep, broken fingers twitching as he curled his knees tighter to his body, letting out a muffled cry of pain. Phil had his 'panicked dad' face on as he anxiously checked to see if any of Dream's wounds had split back open. Actually, the worried expression was almost completely stuck on his face after trying to keep his sons from killing each other this entire game.

"Hey, are we ready to go yet?" Tubbo stuck his head around the corner, Tommy close behind him per usual. "I'm ready to somewhere that doesn't smell like blood."

He was right, the entire house was filled with the metallic and tangy scent of fresh blood, mostly from Dream. Tommy was also still healing, bandages wrapped around his exposed chest and arms, the white fabric soaked red in some places. They all had wounds and scars of some kind, the exhaustion showing in their eyes, especially Tommy.

They needed time to calm down.

A place to stay without fear of Wilbur finding them.

So they were going to the other group.

"We can go right now." Phil slid his long green coat on and rested his hat on his head, grabbing a few pouches of food and water. "We're probably going to need a better medic than me for Dream and Tommy."

The blond boy looked up from the bee in his hands at the sound of his name, tilting his head curiously.

"I can't do everything needed for your wounds, Tommy." Phil smiled at his son as the blond boy gently set the bee in Tubbo's hands and stood up. "You'll need better treatment from someone more qualified, and someone who actually can figure out why you can't talk."

Tommy reached up and pointed at his mouth, then at Dream, then back at himself. Phil looked slightly confused as the blond boy repeated the gestures, a bit more frantic this time. Techno glanced towards Tubbo, but the brown haired kid just shrugged slightly, looking as confused as they were.