Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

Boat pt.2 (Tubbo and Jack+Wilbur+Niki)

TW- blood

Wilbur's POV:

Niki and I were talking. I don't remember what about because I was actually watching Tubbo the entire time. He was doing the same things he had done the morning of Tommy's vlog. Stimming and nervous tendencies. But he wasn't a little kid. Unless he was having a meltdown, he knew at what point he needed to ask for help. I was just a little worried he was having a meltdown, but I couldn't work out what it was about. He said he had calmed down earlier, so I didn't think it was going to be the fact he hadn't had a great morning. I watched Niki shoot me a worried look, as she looked at Tubbo who was sat next to her. She knew something was up too.

"Tubbo? You good?" I didn't get an answer, which wasn't worrying, because sometimes Tubbo just needed a minute to work out what to say, or he hadn't heard me. "Tubbo, are you alright?" No answer again, he didn't even move. "Are you okay if I touch you?" No answer again. "Right, Niki. Just watch yourself here. He might just hit and kick about when I touch him. He's fine, it's just because it might be too much and he doesn't have a way to express that." She nodded and stood up, taking a few steps away from our table. "It's alright. All I'm going to do, is stop you scratching your arm, and then we can go find somewhere quiet." I crouched down next to him and took the hand he had been using to scratch, and taking it, I could see the blood that was starting to drip down Tubbo's arm. He let me take his hand properly, and I started rubbing my fingers over his knuckles, trying to replace the scratching motion for him, even it was only by a little.

There were napkins on our table, and as I used one hand to get Tubbo to stand up, I used the other to reach for them. I was going to apply pressure to the long, but not very deep, cut Tubbo had made, but the minute the napkin touched his skin, he freaked. He took the bleeding arm and started wiggling it about, then he took the hand I had been holding, out of mine, and did the same. I took it as a reaction to a bad reaction to the texture. He started crying and I froze for a second, blanking on Tubbo's parent's lecture. Niki stood there just as shocked as I was.

Now, a bit of information on this cafe we were waiting for Jack at. We sat outside the front of it, and that outside bit was on the edge of the main road of the village. There was an slow, but frequent stream of cars, down said road. And when Tubbo has a meltdown, he loses control. For him, this also means, his depth perception gets really bad, to the point where he can't pick something up that's in front of him, because his brain can't work out how far away it is. And his sense of danger is almost none existent; his parents include a story of Tubbo burning himself on a candle, at a family Christmas dinner, in their lecture. So with the road so close, and Tubbo having a meltdown, his brain didn't understand that if he ran across the road, he would get hit by a car. And even if it did, which I don't think it did, he couldn't tell how far away the car actually was. Unfortunately, Tubbo just wanted to go and get out the situation, and that meant he ran in the road. Luckily, I was stood closer to the road, and managed to catch him before he got hit by a car.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him back; he kept crying and stimming. The driver of the car he had just ran out in front of, started beeping their horn and kept it going far longer than they needed to. And due to Tubbo having a meltdown and being sensitive to noise, this made things worse. He dropped to the floor and just sat and rocked. I had pulled him back so he was out of the road, but he was in the middle of the pavement, and we were getting stares and complaints. I didn't care, but the sounds were getting to Tubbo more and more. He took his hands from over his ears, and just pulled his shoes off, then his socks. So there Tubbo was sat, in the middle of the pavement, me next to him, trying to collect his shoes and socks so we didn't lose them. He had stopped crying, but was still rocking and shaking his arms. Jack was stood with Niki, and I gestured for him to come over.