Speechless | Wilbur & Niki Angst

Healing

TW: Brief mention of injury

A/N: Sorry this is so late, I could have had this out by 5:30 but I ran out of time before I had to leave. Hope you enjoy :D

Wilbur was tired. He was tired of being used, he was tired of running for his life, he was tired of the cruelty that seemed to follow him around, he was tired of watching the people he cared about get hurt. Why him? Why was everyone so obsessed with watching him suffer? Why couldn't he just be normal?

Niki snapped him out of his thoughts as she leaned into him, her eyes fluttering. Oh, she must be exhausted, she practically carried him the entire way there. Sitting down carefully, they both laid back. Huddling together, Wilbur considered just falling asleep right then and there.

"What the fuck, Ranboo." Whipping around at the voice, the brunet stared up at the man that had exited the house.

"Yeah..."

"Why are there so many?!" the mysterious man exclaimed.

"We kinda broke into an illegal experimentation thing?" the enderman hybrid attempted to explain.

"What?"

At this point Phil decided to intervene, "I'll explain later, but you were the only person I knew who we could turn to."

"What the fuck does that mean? What even happened? I went to your place and it was completely trashed! I mean, of course I'll help you, but I'm super fucking confused."

Phil sighed, and all of the hybrids plus one human exchanged glances, "I promise I'll explain, but first, Tubbo."

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Schlatt seemed to notice Ranboo's platonic husband for the first time. He went pale and quickly ran over to the bee hybrid.

"OK. You explain, I'll work" he negotiated, and Phil quickly agreed. The enderman couldn't find it within himself to listen to the words that the eagle hybrid was saying, instead he was fixated on Schlatt and his bee. Opening the med kit that he had grabbed earlier, he set to work. Ranboo watched anxiously as the man he looked up to as a father figure carefully cleaned, stitched, and bandaged his husband's ankle. Subconsciously, he reached up and touched his face. His fingers tracing the burn scars that now permanently rested on his face. Marks from years of tears he couldn't suppress.

Tubbo stayed remarkably still throughout the process. Though each time the bee's eyebrows scrunched in pain, or a whimper escaped his mouth, Ranboo had to resist the urge to run to the boy's side, whisking him away from all the pain that he was stuck with. If he had the option to switch places with him, he would take it in a heartbeat. 

Have a wonderful day/night!