two weeks

Guilt

Tw/cw: not eating (not ED), panic, hospitals, doctors, mentions of suicidal thoughts and actions, self depricating thoughts. BE SAFE!

"Wilbur Soot for Tom Simons?" A kind looking nurse called out. Wilbur got up a little too suddenly and tripped over his chair. "Ye- oh shit! Sorry, yes, me." Niki laughed quietly at his social ineptitude and wished him luck as he went to speak to the doctor. He walked into Tommy's hospital room and felt his heart break as he saw all of the tubes attached to Tommy's arm and how pale he looked. "Is he- Is he okay?" Wilbur asked, beside himself with worry. The doctor gave him a sympathetic smile. "He'll be okay. I just need to talk to you about what happened and possible treatment options." Wilbur stammered, "Trea- treatment? This isn't a one-time thing?" i can't afford this i can't afford this i can't afford this.

Wilbur's head filled with panic once again. i can't pay for it and tommy will die and i can't help him and- Wilbur felt a hand on his shoulder, "Mr Soot? Are you with us?" Wilbur looked back up to the doctor in embarrassment. "Yeah.. Sorry. I was just-" The doctor smiled at him. "It's okay, I understand." Wilbur coughed awkwardly. "So yeah, you were talking about, uh, treatments."

"Yes yes, maybe you should take a seat." The doctor advised. This made Wilbur panic more, doctors only tell you to sit if something is bad. "Ookay." The doctor continued. "So, what Tom has is very uncommon in people his age, and just in general. He has an ailment called hypoglycaemia, which means he has abnormally low blood sugar. This does not mean he is diabetic, but it should be taken seriously. You were very lucky you brought him in and didn't write it off as a simple high fever. If his blood sugar went much lower than it did, then..." she trailed off gloomily. Wilbur felt lightheaded. "What would have happened? What would have-" Wilbur teared up.

"He would have gone into a coma." Wilbur began to shake. "Holy fucking shit." The doctor tried to console him but he continued to shake uncontrollably. "Okay. I'll call you in again tomorrow to discuss medication options. You go home and rest, please try not to worry Mr Soot. We'll have to keep Tom in for a few nights unfortunately." Wilbur just nodded his head quietly and walked out of the room. Niki ran over to meet him at the door, "Is he okay?" Wilbur just nodded quietly and kept walking. "What happened? What's wrong?" Niki pushed on. Wilbur teared up and shook his head, and Niki stopped asking. "Here, no. You can't drive, I'll drive you home." Wilbur just nodded again, completely silent.

Wilbur kept his head down the entire way home, not saying a word. A part of Niki was bursting to know how Tommy was, but Wilbur needed her right now. Once they reached the apartment, the door was open before they even got there, a worried Techno standing in the doorway. "What happened? Why are you late? ...Where's Tommy?" Wilbur just walked past him and straight into his bedroom. Techno looked towards Niki, desperate for answers. "Tommy's in the hospital. Wilbur won't tell me what the doctor told him, I think... he's in shock." Niki just hugged Techno, stressed from the day's events. Techno hugged back, too upset to ask any further questions.

"Clay? This is Niki! I'm calling from Wilbur's phone."

"What happened now?"

"Well, I, uh. Wilbur is gonna need a few days off."

"Why the fuck- Why? What now?"

"Tommy has to stay in the hospital for a few days. He's really sick."