Secrets of the Strange

6. Hospital Rooms and a Slice of Pepperoni

"You're not allowed to see him yet. The doctors are still inside. Though you can wait outside." The receptionist explained as he gave them the room number.

The three of them walk down the hall. Reading the numbers above the manny rooms.

They came across a familiar lengthy teen. Dressed in a dirtied t-shirt sitting on a bench outside one of the rooms.

"Wilbur, hey." Tubbo greats, watching as the brunet slowly moves his tired head to look at them.

His tired eyes met Tubbo's worried ones. The two froze for a second, before Wilbur mumbles "hello Tubbo."

"How's Phil?" Technoblade asks as he sits next to the drained boy.

"He's doing... he's doing as well as he can. They are wrapping him up right now."

"That's good." Techno says as he puts his chin on his hand.

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A doctor came out a few hours later. She was slightly amused by the tired children in the hallway. The chicken hybrid layer his head on the brunet phantom's lap. The brunet softly hums to himself while staring at the boy talking endlessly about the most random topics while stroking the chicken's blond hair.

The other brown haired kid was talking to a piglin hybrid, who just stared at him, nodding and affirming when needed.

"Hello, you can come in now. He's just resting." She softly states with a smile. Her white, pointed teeth poking out as her tail swishes about.

Wilbur smiles, softly shaking the blond boy on his lap.

"Hmm?" Tommy groans, shifting off of Wilbur's lap clearly annoyed "what do you want?"

"Common, child, we can go see Phil now." Wilbur says as he stands up.

The two catch up with Techno and Tubbo by the entrance of Philza's room.

The man's slumped posture while he slept was the only indication that he might not be as comfortable as one would hope.

Bandages was carefully wrapped around his arm and a sling kept his wing in place. Restricting any and all flight movement for the time being.

Wilbur grabbed a chair and sits next to the sleeping man, Tommy opting to stand next to him and let the other two take a seat besides the bed.

Tommy didn't know Philza for as long as Wilbur, seeing as he was in his first year of secondary school and Philza was in his third year when they met. That didn't mean he didn't know him, seeing how Tommy is now 15 and Phil is 18.

They laughed and played as if they where best friends. 'Never apart' one kid said as the four of them passed bye.

He met Phil and Techno through Wilbur. Him and Wilbur decided to go to a park one afternoon and met some of Wilbur's friends. Tommy grew attached two Technoblade and Philza doing the day at the park. Eventually getting to where they are now.

Tommy examines his eldest friend, watching his chest rise and fall and the slight twitches of his wings every now and again.

He doesn't look peaceful, far from it. Tommy wishes he could do something, but knows he can't.

"What's for dinner? I'm hungry." Techno says suddenly.

"Um I was thinking takeout, since our only decent cook has failed us." Wilbur replies. Resting his head on the edge of the bed.

"Philza hasn't failed us you bitch!" Tommy defends.

"Whatever you say, bud. Just know Philza Craft shoulda never gotten hurt today.." Wilbur whispers inaudibly into the evening sky.

"Sounds good to me." Tubbo shrugs as he leans back into his chair.

Tommy grumbles as he sinks closer onto the ground.

Tubbo groans, "when is Philza gonna wake up? He has been sleeping since forever."

"I don't know man. We just gotta wait." Wilbur mumbles as he burrows his head deeper into the mattress of the bed. Sleep creeping into his voice like an infection seeping into a wound.

Techno doesn't talk. He expression is calm, but everyone could see his worry deep inside. His fidgeting is a constant and he's looking around the room. Paranoid something is going to happen.

Not so suddenly, the covers shift and a light grunt rattles the room.

Philza's eyes flutters opens and he sits up, leaning on his one good arm.

"Philza! How you doing man?" Wilbur jumps up, steadying Phil into a more comfortable position.

"Honestly, I feel like shit." Phil replies, looking at Wilbur.

"Oh," Wilbur says. Backing up.

A doctor comes into the room. Poking her petite head through the door, clipboard in hand.

"Visiting hours ends in 5 minutes." She said, her blue gills shifting impatiently.

The fish hybrid watches by the door as the four visitors scramble to say their goodbyes.

Techno rudely grabs a groggy Wilbur by the arm and drags him to the exit where everyone else had already left.

The two eventually caught up with the other two. Listening in on their conversation.

"Common please? It'll be fun! Fundy and Eret did it with no problem!"

"I'm just not feeling like it tonight, maybe tomorrow, Tommy."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Whatcha talking about?" Technoblade asks, butting into their conversation like a weed being watered.

"I wanna go see some of the servers but someone, doesn't want to do it." Tommy replies.

Tubbo crosses his arms, gaze transfixed on Tommy before hurrying ahead of the group. Tommy sprints forward to catch up with him, confused.

"I wonder how they are dealing with the Dream situation." Techno thinks aloud.

"I hurd Eret and some others was setting up an area in Dream's apartment so they could interrogate him." Wilbur responds absentmindedly.

"Hah loosers." Techno chuckles and poked Wilbur in the side. The boy groaning disappointedly and swats the fingers away tiredly.

Wilbur silently turns on his coms, diling a number he saw on the telly. Aperintly they had really good pizza.

"Yea, and can I get a large pizza with pepperoni and sausage, please?.." Wilbur mumbles into his coms. Tiredly trying to order pizza for the group.

"Um, the address? I don't fuckin-"

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