Where Are Your Parents? | SBI FD

Please Don't Worry

It had been a month into the 4's relationship. The weather had only gotten colder. But their dynamic was improving. Phil had saved enough to enrol Tommy into a school. The little gremlin was so excited. He was learning things like algebra, figurative language, past wars, so much more as well. He always came home rambling so hard you would think he would explode by all the information he learnt. He was getting better with his reading and every night they would have Tommy read a chapter of a book. Techno had dipped for a few days at a time to go work out in the 'country' as Wilbur worked with Phil in the shop. Everything was working out.

Shame it had to crash back down.

Tommy was walking home on this fine Wednesday. It was snowing out and he assumed a blizzard was soon on the way. Quickening his pace he assumed it was best not to stop by Tubbo's house just in case he was stuck there during the storm. The bookstore soon came into view as a gust of wind reminded the blonde of how treacherous the cold was. Yet the store didn't appear to be open. He titled his head and ran up to it knocking on the glass looking for any signs of movement. Getting no response he went to the house. He knocked on the door twice before twisting the door handle open.

"Guys you will never guess what I-" Tommy was cut off as he noticed the scene. It was somewhat dark in here with the curtains blocking out the oncoming storm. Phil was in the kitchen cooking something. Smelt like soup and Tommy longed for some of that. He went over to Phil making sure to not surprise the adult with his presence. Phil smiled at him.

"Hey mate," Phil ruffled the boys hair. "How was school?"

"School was great but," Tommy opened his arms. "What's going on here big man?" Phil's smile dropped and he sighed. Tommy tilted his head.

"Wilbur wasn't feeling well," Phil nodded towards the guest room. "He's resting." Tommy's heart sank. The youngest raced upstairs and slowly peaked into the room. Surely enough the 15-year-old lay in the darkness of the room. Tommy approached the bed yet one of the wooden planks beneath him was a snitch and creaked under pressure. The brunette's eyes hazily opened, and he groaned.

"Hey Wil," Tommy whispered as Wilbur sat himself upright and his brain slowly but successfully re-joined the game. "How are you?"

"Good," Wilbur chuckled yawning. "How was school?"

"It was good," Tommy fiddled nervously, and Wilbur noticed as he spread his arms to welcome the youngest into a soft embrace.

"Don't worry Toms," Wilbur muffled into Tommy's hair. "I'm okay."

"But your not," Tommy whimpered trying not to worry his brother with his regular 10-year-old emotions. "Your sick. What are your symptoms?" Wilbur laughed.

"Little Tommy worried for me?" Wilbur smirked as the two now sat on the bed cross legged. "I'm fine Tommy, please don't worry." Tommy sighed and externally gave up but internally knew he would question Phil later. The blonde proceeded to ramble on about his day. The things he learned, the ideas he had, all of it. As Tommy was finishing up his day the main door sounded and the two both at very different paces went downstairs to see.

"Well hello there," Phil smiled. There stood the famous pinkette of their household. "Fancy seeing you here." Techno scoffed as Tommy proceeded to tackle him in a hug.

"BIG MAN!" Tommy exclaimed smiling brightly. "Your back!"

"I am," Techno rolled his eyes a playful smile across his face. "Unfortunately."

"HEY!" Tommy got off Techno and the two stood up playfully punching each other.

"Oi!" Phil directed towards Wilbur who had made his way down the stairs now. "You should be resting." Wilbur shrugged and smiled to Techno.

"Eh?" Techno pondered. "What's happened?"

"That was my question," Tommy responded but the two ended sharing questioning looks. Phil decided to deal with those two later and went to Wilbur's side and held onto him to stabilise the teen. Wilbur's eyes fluttered as he leant into Phil. Techno being concerned approached with Tommy close behind him. Techno held his brother's arm as Wilbur swayed.

"Wil?" Phil waved a hand in front of the boys face. Wilbur in turn blinked rapidly starting to shake a bit.

"I-I'm... Okay..." Wilbur shrugged away the help and staggered a few paces forward.

"You are not okay," Techno shook his head going to help Wilbur again. The brunette promptly went limp and collapsed onto the ground. Phil was quickly to his side and already muttering words of comfort and rubbing the brunettes back in circles. Techno had taken a seat to the other side of Wilbur wondering what to do. Tommy stood back a bit shocked. A few moments later Phil stopped what he was doing and stood looking at the two boys.

"Can you keep an eye on him," Phil asked looking exhausted and worried. "I've gotta keep making dinner. Don't try to move him until he's awake alright?" Techno nodded and Phil was back to the kitchen. Tommy sat beside Techno and leant against him.

"He's gonna be okay," Tommy murmured. "Right?" Techno felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. In all honesty he had never seen Wilbur so ill even when he got common cold. The brunette was pale, and his breaths were shallow. Techno nodded slowly. Tommy seemed to take that as enough of an answer.

The two boys had been sitting on the floor for 1 hour and 23 minutes when Wilbur stirred. Techno was quick to comfort the middle child as Tommy went to get Phil's help. Wilbur's eyes fluttered open as he coughed for a few moments.

"Hey," Techno ruffled Wilbur's hair. "You scared us." Wilbur smile at him letting out a sigh his eyes shutting again. "Hey."

"Wilbur stay awake," Phil had arrived just in time. The adult gripped the brunette's shoulder shaking him softly. Wilbur's eyes reopened with a soft groan. Phil now proceeded to sit him upright holding him there until he could hold his own sluggish posture. Tommy had been lurking back still extremely worried and scared for his brother. "So what's your symptoms?"

"Headache, bit dizzy, uh... fatigued, uh..." Wilbur contemplated a few moments. "That's it?" Phil nodded and leant the brunette a hand.

"Let's get you up, shall we?" Wilbur took a hold of his hand and he staggered a bit. His face paled as he leant into Phil his body not being too prepared for the movement. Techno was on standby as Phil helped the teen onto the couch. Wilbur slumped into the couch quickly his eyes slipping shut. Phil had given up on keeping the brunette awake and instead collected a blanket. Tommy had curled up beside Wilbur and the elder had wrapped his arms around the blonde. Techno scoffed and ruffled both his brother's hair. Getting a swat from the youngest and a smirk from the middle child. Phil had draped the blanket over the two and taken back to the kitchen.

In an hour dinner was ready and Techno was catching up with Phil and the two were having a good chat about what had happened recently. Techno was sent to get the other two up and arrived at a nice scene. Tommy was flat on top of Wilbur as the elder snored quietly his face contorted in his sleep. Techno put a hand to his brother's forehead finding the worrisome fever. He shook Tommy and helped the half asleep 10-year-old to the benchtop. Moving onto Wilbur he shook Wilbur quite vigorously. Wilbur blinked at him slowly.

"Get up," Techno seemed annoyed but that was to only cover up his concern. "Dinner's ready."

"Mhm..." Wilbur's eyes slipped shut again and Techno shook him again.

"Come on," Techno stopped shaking realising Wilbur wasn't going to get up. He gave Phil a look and the adult sighed. Tommy watched as Techno joined him at the benchtop and Phil took a bowl to where Wilbur was on the couch. Tommy slouched in his chair. Techno wrapped an arm around him giving him a smile. The smile looked like it held back every piece of Techno's urge to scream and Tommy understood that. Even though it was to be a comforting action...

Tommy only felt his heart fill with dread

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