Three Kings

Poison

Bad's POV

"Go, go!" Harvey rushed Finn and Vurb inside the house. Skeppy hadn't moved a muscle since they had picked him up and it was worrying how pale he was. I mean, he was pale when we started the walk, but now it was worse.

I scurried in behind them, closing the door gently. I watched Harvey guide Finn and Vurb to the couch where they gently set Skeppy down. Harvey then looked up at me. "Bad, you really know medical stuff, what should we do?" I blinked, a little shocked to be honest. I thought they would be mad at me for causing this. It was my fault, after all.

"I..." I shook my head and dropped my bow on the ground. "Ok, Vurb, grab some cloths or something to apply pressure to the wound. Finn, I need string or something and then a needle. Harvey, you might want to find both of us some thin gloves." I sent out the commands and everyone sprung into action. I approached Skeppy, wincing at the sight of him. He was unconscious, which is good since this might not feel too great.

"Like this?" I looked up and spotted Finn holding a small needle and some thin fishing line.

"Perfect, bring it here." Finn handed me the line and needle and I started to thread the line around the needle. My attempt at stitches isn't going to be great, but it'll stop the bleeding.

Soon, I had everything we needed. Me, Vurb, and Harvey had our gloves on and were standing over Skeppy. Finn held the cloths Vurb had found, ready to apply pressure when neccesary.

"Ok, ready?" I asked, looking around. Harvey's face was white, like he had seen a ghost, but he still nodded his head. Vurb and Finn shared a look before nodding. 

"Then let's get this over with."

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Tubbo's POV

I couldn't stand still.

I paced in my room, biting my nails. 

Tommy was out being questioned so he wasn't here to tease me. Tease me for what? Being innocent? Even someone who was not innocent had to feel a tad bad. Those guys are probably trying to save their friend's life, not even knowing about the deadly poison that was in that arrow.

This just felt wrong. Something was wrong with this. I just can't place my finger on it...

"Let's chase those ducks!" Tommy jumped up and down, pulling at my sleeve. I looked at the ducks that sat peacefully in the golden light. They looked happy to just sit there, sunbathing.

"Why? Shouldn't we leave them like that?" I asked, tilting my head a bit. Tommy shrugged, his focus on the ducks.

"They'll be fine, it will be like a game for them!" Tommy bolted forwards, charging at the little ducks. They started quacking and ran in different directions, leaving Tommy laughing where they used to be.

I shook my head and walked back to the garden door. I could see Phil standing there, watering two flowers. One was still small, but the other was big and beautiful. He spotted me and waved at me.

"Tubbo! What's up, I thought you were playing with Tommy?" He asked as he gently set down his watering can.

"Tommy wanted to chase the ducks, but I said it was wrong. He did it anyways though." I glanced behind me, still not seeing Tommy. When I turned back, Phil had a small smile on his face.

"Well, sometimes Tommy doesn't make the best choices. Changing his mind sometimes doesn't work, so the best thing to do is do what you think is right." Phil ruffled my hair. I squealed, batting his hands away. Phil laughed as well, the kindest laugh I know.