Welcome to Scelus City, one of the most crime-prone cities in the world! Weapons? Gangs? Rebelion? Robberies? Murders? Yep. The people of our beloved city have seen it all before. Everyday is just finding a new way to break the law, or to survive th...
Even in the evening, the city's streets still had a fair amount of activity. People were still walking to and from where they needed to go. Most stores and transportations had shut down by now though. Yet even when half the city was quietly sleeping in their beds, the lights from windows still sparkled amongst the water and skies.
Sometimes it felt like he was a ghost walking through the streets at night. Nobody ever acknowledged his presence, even when he waved a small hello. One could describe it in many ways, but lonely was not one he could find himself to come to terms with.
Stuffing his hands into his coat pockets, he continued walking, the occasional car passing by with a swift cool breeze, adding to the already chilly night. He wore a dark coat that hung behind him like a cape, and a loose tan sweater like a shirt. His hair was messily stuffed beneath a maroon beanie, half his face being covered by the rest of his dark curly hair that didn't quite make it into hiding. There was no expression displayed amongst his dull eyes, just the reflection of the sidewalk passing beneath his feet as he walked.
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Eventually he stopped, arriving at a large building lined with windows, variously lit and darkened. The hospital had never been his favorite place, then again, was it anyone's? He sighed lightly, seeing his breath in front of him in the cool air, then headed towards the building.
The bright white lights shining through the glass doors made him wince slightly, but his eyes adjusted quickly. Upon entering the building, the smell of the steril hospital air filled his nose. Lovely, just what he liked. Ugh. He brushed it off and approached the desk to a friendly looking young lady with curly black hair.
"Excuse me," he said in a soft, but monotone voice.
The woman looked up from her computer screen, "Yes sir, how may I help you?"
"I'm here to visit someone."
"Could I have your name please?" she asked, pulling something up on the computer.
"Wilbur. Wilbur Soot."
Not too long later, after some typing and the woman's attempted chat, in which he had shown zero interest in, she let him go on ahead into the patient rooms.
As he walked the plain white halls, he tried to clear his mind. There was practically never any emotion displayed on his face. Empty eyes that often looked at nothing, hair that hid his face from everyone around, thin lips that never had the luxury of curving into a smile, but his mind was a completely different story. Trying to silence his thoughts was a painful task, always so much going on. All the things he had to worry about, all the people he needed to see, all the random memories that taunted him at the most inconvenient moments in time.
He lifted his head, as he approached one of the rooms, gently knocking on the door before opening it and heading inside. He closed the door behind himself with an echoey click in the silent room. There was a moment of silence before he stepped away from the door, and further into the room.
Wilbur quietly approached the hospital bed, sitting in the chair beside it with a sigh. He looked over at the bed, the slightest shimmer of a loving care in his eyes as he looked at the person in the bed, sleeping peacefully at the moment. Despite not being able to talk to them now, Wilbur felt happy being with them, wanting to stay as long as possible by their side, but it pained him to know he was the reason they were laying in that bed now.
He moved his attention down at the side of the bed, a silver-feathered wing draped down to the ground hanging limply. The feathers were stained in a deep red, slightly faded now since it had been washed out. Wilbur lifted his hand and reached out, his fingertips brushing gently over the silky feathers, but he quickly retreated his hand as the wing suddenly twitched beneath his touch. The person in the bed rolled over slightly, retracting their wing gently. Wilbur lifted his gaze to see the person now looking at him with a soft, tired smile.
"So," they said in a quiet, raspy voice, having just woken up, "just couldn't seem to part with me, eh?"
Wilbur moved his hair more towards the front of his face, shying away slightly. "I just wanted to make sure you were still doing alright," he replied softly.
The person in the bed was a man, blonde with blue eyes, a bit of a scruffy face, and the most loving smile you'd ever see on this earth. He chuckled at Wilbur's response. He always had a little laughter to share, a little light, even when he was stuck in what seemed like the worst.
"I'm glad you came back, Will. I enjoy having you around. Besides, sometimes it gets a bit boring here," he joked, laughing a bit more and cracking a smile out of Wilbur.
"Phil, what did the doctor say? From last night," he said, pushing his smile away after just a few moments. He didn't want to kill the moment, but he wanted to know if they would be feeling better any time soon.
"Well," he yawned a bit in a quick stretch, "he said they didn't even need to take an X-ray to tell me that my wing was clearly broken,"
Wilbur lowered his gaze to the ground upon hearing that, but continued listening.
"Only one was really damaged too much though, the other was mostly just scraped up."
His other wing was wrapped tightly in bandage, keeping it closed up so he couldn't move it and it would be able to heal. It rested behind him as he sat there on the bed.
"I don't think I'll be leaving for quite a bit though if that's what you're asking," his voice softened as he spoke. "They want to do a few more tests to make sure there's nothing they missed."
He didn't have much to say really back to Phil, simply staring into the nothing as worrisome thoughts raced through his head. Would Phil be ok? How long was "a bit?" What if they did miss something? What could he do? Was this all his fault? Of course it was. It always was.
Phil could see it in his eyes. Wilbur was afraid, and there was no hiding it, not from him at least. He sat up in the bed, turning towards Wilbur.
"C'mere Will," he said, opening his arms up to Wilbur.
He looked up, not moving at first, then quickly stood and hugged Phil, resting his head on Phil's shoulder as he wrapped his arms and a wing around Wilbur in a loving embrace.
"It'll be ok. Don't you go worrying about me so much, alright?"
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Wilbur didn't respond, he just kept hugging onto Phil, taking shaky breaths, almost wanting to cry, but he didn't. The two sat there together for a little longer in a tender moment, neither wanting to let it end, but soon Wilbur hesitantly let go of the hug.
"I think... I think I should get going now..." he said softly, turning away from Phil.
"Alright mate. Stay safe out there, and get some rest, you look like you need it."
"I'll try. See you soon Phil."
"Bye son~"
With that, Wilbur had left Phil at the hospital and made his way back home. The now silent night leaving him to his thoughts as he walked.
