We Could Be Heroes, Big Man

13

Tommy woke that day with pure pain shooting throughout his body. Everything hurt, like his entire body was being crushed.

He opened his eyes to a dark room, which was unexpected since he expected a hospital room. He sat up with a groan, taking in his surroundings.

The room was a dark purple color and it was awfully cold. There was a small glass window, but on the otherwise was the same material the entire room was made out of. He sat in one of the three beds in the room. There was one white door that looked awful strong. Probably made of iron or something.

To Tommy's surprise, it opened. A man dressed in green came inside. He wore a black mask with two large filters on each side. When he noticed Tommy awake, he slid it off.

"Good morning, Tommy. Glad to have you back."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Sam."

"Where am I?"

"Pandora's Vault Hospital Wing."

Tommy gave another nervous glance around the room deciding that yeah, it could pass for a badly built hospital wing.

But, "What's Pandora's Vault?"

"Underground prison for those like us who can't be contained under a normal prison. And don't worry, you aren't in trouble." Sam said. "It was just best you recovered here rather than a normal hospital with how severe your injuries were. Any normal person would have died."

Tommy glanced down at his body to notice all the bandages. He did feel unusually weak. Hell, he could hardly remember what happened.

"Puffy's actually on her way. She's been waiting for your recovery since you arrived."

Tommy took a deep breath as memories can flooding in.

Techno and Wilbur are traitors, and so are Dream and Schlatt. And Tubbo, surely Tubbo wasn't dead. No, but that explosion. . .

"What happened after the bomb went off?" Tommy asked, looking up to make eye contact with the prison guard.

"Um, I was called just before it went off. I arrived just in time to arrest one of the suspects and get you to a recovery room." Sam said. "We're still investigating."

  Tommy nodded his head. So they caught someone, at least.

Sam slipped out a cellar device from his pocket as it beeped. It wasn't a phone, but it was clear it was a type of communication device.

"Puffy's on her way to come get you. I think you'll be going back to Phil. He'll be happy to see you. He's not used to being alone." Same said.

Used to being alone? Well sure, he usually had his sons with him, but surely Tommy hadn't been out for that long, right?

"How long has it been since the incident?" Tommy asked as Sam moved to a counter in the corner of the room.

Sam paused, humming. "About a month now. Like I said, your injuries should have killed you."

A month? It had been an entire month since his entire home was blown to bits and he had been knocked out cold. Since Tubbo was taken away from him.

"Here." Sam handed Tommy a bottle of pills. "Once a day for the next month. It'll kill the pain."

"Thanks." Tommy mumbled.

He slid out of the bed and put on the shoes Sam handed him. He was in completely new clothes. There were awfully boring. Plan tan t-shirt and shorts. Tommy wondered where his old clothes were. Probably burned and ruined from the explosion but—