Sleepy Bois Inc Story

Chapter Two

Wilbur ran as long and fast as he could. He was out of breath, but he didn't stop. He wanted Tommy safe. He was on the outskirts of L'Manburg, feeling a pang of relief in his chest. 

"Almost brother. We're almost there." Something barreled past Wilbur's ear, he turned around, only to be shot in the back by Sapnap who was posted outside of L'Manburg's walls. Wilbur winced and clenched his teeth, refusing to turn around to see his attacker, his eyes focused on the ravine that led him home. Another high pitch sound whirled by Wilbur's ear, and another arrow stuck in Wilbur's side, shot by George. Wilbur put up his shield, unsure if there would be an ambush from all sides and ran along the path, rushing into the forest to Pogtopia.

Wilbur finally reached the ravine they called home since their banishment, running to the medic station they had in the middle of the area. He placed Tommy on a cot, eyes filled with worry and blood laced his gums, he promptly coughed once the blonde laid safely. Wilbur gently moved the few locks of hair from Tommy's eyes before realizing he needed to treat Tommy's wounds. Wilbur's heart clenched again, looking at the blood and wounds covering Tommy's body. One, two, three. Three arrow wounds. One, two. Two stab wounds. He sighed nervously, taking his beanie off and placing it on Tommy's head.

 "You always looked better with that on than me." He joked, trying to light the very dark mood. He took his gloves off and cleaned the blood off Tommy, quickly stitching the stab wounds with a shaky hand.

"Almost done." The brown haired man muttered to himself. He finished stitching the final wound and smiled, looking at his work. He felt a pain surge through his body, the wounds on him just as dangerous as Tommy's. Wilbur's vision fades slightly before realizing the arrows he was shot with were poison, and the poison's kicking in.

Tommy's eyes flutter open and Wilbur drops to the floor, poison pulsing through his veins. 

"Will? Wil..bur?" Tommy muttered, looking at Wilbur on the floor. "Will!!" Tommy got off the cot, placing his right hand under Wilbur's head to support it.

Wilbur's hearts were fading fast as Tommy scanned the the visible wounds. 

"Alright, bitch I'm gonna fix you up." Tommy held the wound on Wilbur's side, trying to stop the bleeding. Wilbur's eyes flutter and he immediately winced at the pain. "

Tommy- you're alright. Good." Wilbur smiled, blood covered his once white teeth.

 "Jeez, even when you're dying you look bad." Tommy jokingly said, trying to keep Wilbur awake. "I'll- I'll take that as a compliment." Wilbur replied. 

"Alright dipshit we're gonna have to stitch this because you're so careless." Tommy sighed angrily.

 "I did it to save you Tommy." Wilbur said, in pain. 

"I could save myself, thank you." Tommy said confidently back, even though he shines a quick smile that says "Thank you."