(Trigger Warning: suicide, blood, gore(?), abandonment issues, death)
Tommyinnit had spent almost his whole life with wings.
They were weak and he usually binded them close to his torso with bandages he would find. Tommy had no clue how to use them since the day they sprouted out of his back.
He remembered that day with agony.
Tommy woke up panting. The five year old child's back had hurt for weeks now and he would moan about it to his older brother, Wilbur. The teen was the only one in the house to look after his little brother and was slightly worried about what a hurt back meant. It almost seemed like the blond child was lying to get out of chores.
Oh how the two wished it was a lie.
His cries quickly turned into screaming as he grabbed at his shirt. Wilbur quickly ran in with a panicked look on his face, trying to see what was wrong. The older brother helped to take off the shirt and gasped at the skin that was being pushed against with two bulges underneath.
"Tommy, take deep breaths," Wilbur quickly urged as he carefully picked up his little brother and ran to the bathroom. Flesh was already being torn and blood poured down Tommy's back as he was set into the white tub. "This is going to hurt like the nether but I'm going to be here the whole time, I swear to everything, Tommy, I will not leave your side." Their foreheads were pushed together as the brunet promised.
"A-am I dying?" Tommy's voice was strained as another wave of pain tore him up. His older brother just shook his head with a sad smile.
"No, I promise that you won't die but it may feel like it. You can hold onto me if that would make you feel better." Wilbur took off his sleepshirt and pants before getting into the tub as well. Tommy instantly layed on him with his back facing the cold morning air. "We can't do anything but wait. If you want to, try and sleep through it." He kissed the five year old's forehead and brushed his lanky fingers through the messy mop of blond bedhead.
Countless hours were spent in the tub of Tommy screaming into Wilbur's chest and the small wings trying to make their escape from his back. He remembered falling asleep for a small portion of that time and waking up to even worse pain. It felt like Tommy was going to die right there, clung to his older brother like a lifeline after all the blood he had lost. And then suddenly there was a sound of tearing and blood started to drip down. The relief of pressure felt amazing but the stinging and soreness ruined it immediately.
"Hey hey, shhh it's fine Tommy, the hard part is over, okay?" The young boy looked up to his brother who had a relieved look on his face as well. Tears were also dripping down his own tired face. The brunet got out of the tub and went into the shower, quickly turning the water on to wash off blood. He then quickly patted himself off before walking to his brother. "I am going to have to wash you off a little bit and it's going to hurt but I'm right here, alright?" Tommy nodded his head.
Wilbur filled up a bucket and grabbed a washcloth before sitting next to the tub on the floor. He went all over Tommy and carefulyl scrubbed off the blood before getting to his back. The brunet grabbed the first aid kit and took out the stuff he needed before closing it.
"This is going to sting, I'm sorry..." Wilbur whispered before he poured the healing potion on a cotton back and applying it to the ripped skin. Tommy cried into his arms that were rests on the lip of the opposite side of the tub, facing away from Wilbur as the wounds were cleaned. Before long, they were wrapped and Wilbur helped him sit on the toliet to dress him in sleepwear. A modificatjon of a hole in the back of his red dragon onesie would have to do for the night (Tommy cried about it for days but silently agreed it did bring him more comfort than going topless.) They got into bed and called it a day.
