It'll Heal

chapter 3

3rd pov

"TOMMY!" Wilbur yelled rushing to were Tommy was laying on the floor.
His body was beaten and bloody, Wilbur felt sick as he held his brother in his arms.

Turning him over he paled, his brothers skull was cracked. Swallowing, he slowly got to his feet careful not to hurt tommy anymore.

Entering his house, he quickly crossed over to a spare room and put Tommy on the bed.

"Oh Tommy." He murmured as he peeled of what remained of said boy's shirt, his torso was covered in scars and bruises painted his sides blue and black.

(I am not a doctor)

Thankfully, he didn't have any broken or fractured ribs, pouring a bit of water on a cloth a he started to gently clean Tommy's Chest before pouring a potion of regeneration and carefully rubbing it in.

After wrapping him in gauze he moved on to his legs, wincing  he quickly but carefully cut off the pants -turned-
Shorts.

Looking at Tommy's legs one was clearly broken, now frowning he set the leg and he wet the cast and put it on.

His other leg was quite fine other than a few bruises, giving it the same treatment as the torso.

Sighing he approached the worst part, his head, the crack itself wasn't life threatening but the trauma itself is what worried him.

Trickling a potion of healing down his throat, he cleaned the wound then soaked some guaze in Regen and healing potions before wrapping it around Tommy's head.

Standing Back he put a thin blanket over him to keep him from getting cold. He looked at Tommy before closing his eyes and sighing.

"You have him?" A voice asked from the door way.

"Yeah Schlatt, he was so beaten up."
Wilbur said his voice holding a sorrowful tone.

"Well he's with us now, Wilbur,and the green bastard won't be able to revive him for a while." The hybrid said eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"So I take it you convinced Quackity?"

"Yeah he should be uh- visiting Dream soon." Schlatt said with a smirk.

Nodding Wilbur sat down on a chair head in his hands.