Dying Light

Why

Nikki watched as they rushed Tommy to try and stabilize the injured boy. It was hard to watch because seeing him so hurt didn't make her feel happy as she thought it would. It hurt her more than she thought it would. She always assumed she would be happy and excited to see him gone. She realized once she saw how hurt he is she couldn't see a problem or a thing to be thrown out, instead she saw a child who every adult failed.

Tommy felt pain everywhere except for his wings. It was odd because he couldn't feel them at all. He opened his eyes blinded by the light of a medical room and quickly shut them. He could hear distant shuffling around and muffled sounds that may be words. The lights dimmed and so Tommy tried again to open his eyes this time finding it easier. He looked around and looked at the guys around him all wearing scrubs and all looking worried. Tommy wondered why they looked worried then he would make eye contact they would look away or shuffle away to do something else. The silence was uncomfortable. Tommy tried to verbalize a need for water but quickly found that no sound would come out. Tommy looked at the guys around in panic and they looked disappointed that they were correct.

Bad stepped forward and gently put an arm on Tommy's shoulder. "Tommy you seem to have lost your voice. It was likely caused by the screaming and how much damage you took during the attack. We can be optimistic though! We are hoping that it may be just temporary and you're voice will come back soon. Worst case is that you turn mute permanently, but lets not think like that!" Bad smiled hoping to make it sound less bad than it is.

Tommy still couldn't feel his wings so he reached a hand back to feel them thinking maybe they were just numb from pain or meds. He reached and touched around for a while until he touched a small stump. Tommy looked up at Bad with a confused looked. Bad just looked away knowing he would have to explain but also not wanting to. "Tommy I'm so sorry but we couldn't save your wings. They had open wounds and because of the zombies and you getting tossed around they ended up getting infected. It was risk the infection getting worse and spreading or taking the wings off. We did everything we could but there wasn't much. No one had anything at hand and it would have taken to long for us to convince people to give up what few gapples they had or get Techno to donate. I'm sorry."

Tommy sat there processing what was just said as he gently touched the patch covering the stumps. He was likely to lose his voice forever and he lost his wings. They were the only thing left of before when everyone was happy. The only thing untainted from when Wilbur was sane and loving. The only connection to his father Philza. This felt like to much. Suddenly it hit Tommy...why should he care? No one else did. Maybe this could be a good thing. Cutting every last tie to these people...to everyone.