Ranboo's POV
A/N Tommy and Ranboo's POVS through the surgery.
TW: Surgeries, Emergency, Blood Donation, Needles, blood, near fainting, swearing Me and Tommy sat in some old folding chairs we'd found making small talk with each other as Phil paced the factory room we were in.
We were halfway through discussing alliums and how pretty they were when Phil anxiously cut in.
(A/N just for the record I'm currently trying to write this as I have two adorable kittens/dumbasses begging for my attention and I'm trying to make this angsty-ish and IT ISNT FUCKING WORKING LIKE FREYA, FANTASIA ILY BUT OML FUCK OFF FOR A SEC PLS YOURE TOO FUCKING CUTE AND I CANT FOCUS ON THE ANGST)
"Shall I get us some food? Like maybe- umm- fries or something? Or a salad or something? I'm not entirely sure-" Phil rambled. I knew he needed to do something fatherly to calm his nerves a bit. Each person has different ways of calming down and this was his.
"Yeah I'll have a small salad and a bottle of water please." I stated gently. He nodded stiffly before asking what Tommy wanted. "Can I please have some chips and a chicken burger? And a Coke?" Phil wrote down what we wanted on his wrist before exiting the warehouse.
"Sooo... what do you think is going on in there?" I asked after a few moments of silence.
"I'm- I'm honestly not sure. I'm not sure I want to know either..." Tommy trailed off, so I put my arm around his shoulder comfortingly.
"So ummm what do you want to talk about?" Tommy asked nervously. I shrugged. "I do not kn-" Tubbo ran into the room in an obvious panic. "Tubbo wha-" Tommy asked, looking scared at the pure terror in Tubbo's eyes.
"Ranboo I know this is sudden and crazy but we might have done it but if he's going to survive we need blood we need your blood you're the only person here with AB negative blood and it's fine if you don't want to but if you do we need Phil to get blood from your arms and-" his voices faded into the background.
Should I get a needle- one of my biggest traumas from the hospital when my Dad stabbed me- again for a cause that may not even work?
"WAIT PHIL ISNT HERE?" Tubbo yelled, making me flinch. "Sorry Boo." (A/N PLATONIC!)
"I can do it but I wouldn't be as quick as Phil would..." Tubbo then whispered nervously. "What if Will did survive? What if we got him back?" I mumbled under my breath. I shut my eyes tightly.
"Do it. Just- please be as quick as you can." I relented. Tubbo ran off to go and get the needles and blood bag.
Tommy looked at me cautiously. "You sure?" I nodded stiffly.
Tubbo then came back and cleaned the area around a- rather large vein that I was surprised I hadn't noticed before honestly- with an alcohol wipe and replaced his gloves. I glanced at them for a second.
Blood was all over them.
Wilbur's blood.
"Hey Boo. Look at me. Hold my hand and squeeze it as tightly as you can." I heard Tommy murmur I glanced into his eyes and tried to focus on them as I teared up a bit. (A/N FUCKING PLATONIC!)
I felt Tubbo insert the needle and I nearly fainted. "Hey Monarch you're doing so good." Tommy mumbled as I squeezed his hand tightly. "Oh holy fuck dude you can be strong-" Tommy gasped.
"Oh my god-" I mumbled, black spots appearing in my vision. "Nearly done." Tubbo said.
And suddenly it was over. Tubbo gently placed a bandaid on and then ran back to the operating room gripping the blood bag.
I gasped as the black receded from my eyesight. Tommy hugged me tightly. "You did so well! We're all so proud of you!"
Another few hours later after Phil had come back with our food and I was feeling a lot better Technoblade came into the room. "He's alive." He whispered.
I couldn't believe it. It actually worked. Me doing the donation must've helped!
"All thanks to you Ranboo."
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