"You fucking what?!" Tommy yells. "Wilbur.. Wilbur.. its probably a coincidence that they have the same name."
"Bullshit. They described him perfectly. That's our Wilbur." Dream says , hanging his head.
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Wilbur heard white noise. It was painful, every bone in his body felt like it was going to stab through his skin.
'Is he fucking mad?!'
He hears a stranger say. He can't open his eyes. All he sees is a bright white.
Was he dead..? Hopefully.
'Get him in the ambulance.'
'Is he alright?!'
'Fucking hell. I know I wanted to meet Wilbur someday but not like this..'
He sharply inhaled . One voice.
"WILBUR!"
Tommy.
(Set around 6 hours later)
Wilbur was laying in a hospital bed , his bloody wrists exposed from only hours before. He was on an oxygen mask. Tommy bursts through the door , a nurse trying to stop him.
"Will, what is wrong with you?!" Tommy yells. Though the brunette is still unconscious. "Wake up right now , you stupid fucker!" Tears well in his eyes.
Tubbo was by the open door , watching. "Wilbur soot.. you're such a dumbass." He whispers. George walks next to him, the others not far off.
"Tommy seems so hurt. Poor guy. " he mumbles. "Hopefully he won't come out with many injuries."
"Dipshit!!! He jumped in front of a train, what? Do you think there's just gonna be a few fucking bruises?!"
"..fair point."
The nurse gets the tall blonde to calm down , as he sits down on a chair beside the bed , bunching up. Him and Wilbur were close friends , and it broke his heart to see him like this."
