two weeks

Trauma

There are some mentions of violence/abuse in this chapter. Nothing worthy of the graphic violence tag, but just be warned :) There are also nightmares relating to said violence.

Wilbur sped towards the hospital, going over the speed limit but not even caring. He had briefly informed Niki before sprinting out the door. Tommy had a sensory overload and breakdown in the hospital after spilling hot tea all over himself and no one could calm him down.

Wilbur pulled up at the hospital and rushed into the entrance. "Wilbur Soot for Tom Simons." He muttered to the receptionist, out of breath. The nurse gave a look of disgust, a slight grin on her unkind face. "Ah yes, he's causing quite a disturbance back there." She looked back in annoyance. Wilbur glared at her. "He can't control it." He walked through, past the rude nurse. He came through, and saw Tommy lying on the floor, chewing on his sleeve. Doctor Puffy was kneeling down next to him, frowning. "Hello Mr Soot." she said quietly. Tommy looked up in confusion at the mention of his brother's name. "Wiil?"

"Hi king." Wilbur sat down next to him. "You okay?" Tommy shivered. "It's all over me." Wilbur got up and ran over to the door, "I'll be right back, I have something in the car." Wilbur came back with an oversized hoodie and gave it to Tommy. He put it on and stimmed happily at the floppy sleeves. "Thanks Wil." Puffy smiled, "Thanks for coming out on such short notice, Mr Soot. I'll see what I can do about getting him discharged early." Wilbur perked up when her heard that. "You hear that Toms?" Tommy nodded happily.

Wilbur walked out of the hospital an hour later, Tommy at his side. They had gotten Tommy's meds, which filled Wilbur with dread once again, but he pushed it down. This was a good day. Money is a future Wilbur problem. They drove home, chatting about what each of them had missed.

Wilbur and Tommy walked up the stairs to the apartment, and noticed Niki standing in the doorway, looking worried sick. She spotted Tommy and her eyes lit up. "TOMMY!" She ran over to give him a hug, while Tommy blushed. "Hi Niki." Wilbur smiled, "He had a bit of a breakdown, so they let us take him home." Tommy nodded shyly, still wearing the oversized hoodie. "I'm glad to hear your home." She smiled warmly. "Okay, can I go to my room now?" Tommy asked and Wilbur laughed, "Go ahead king." Tommy walked off and went to his room as Wilbur and Niki talked in the doorway, Niki getting ready to leave.

When Tommy reached his room, he crashed to the floor, hyperventilating. He was far too overwhelmed from the day's events. He tried to keep quiet, the last thing he needed was Wilbur coming in, prying into his affairs. He didn't spill tea on himself, he didn't have a breakdown. That nurse fucking lied. She hit him. And she lied to Puffy. Tommy wouldn't dare tell anyone, the nurse told him not to. He would just lie here, and calm down. He yawned, maybe sleep a little... just for a while.

Wilbur waved Niki goodbye and walked back into the house, Techno would be here in the morning to help him out with writing, Tommy was back. Wilbur checked his room to find him curled up asleep on his beanbag. He smiled contently, all was good.

That was, until Wilbur woke up to screaming coming from Tommy's room. Wilbur looked around in panic, for a possible weapon if Tommy was in danger. He picked up his guitar and sprinted into Tommy's room. "Tommy?" He shouted into the room. There was no intruder. Only a terrified looking Tommy muttering and mumbling in his sleep. "...no. NO! NOT AGAIN! STOP IT! I'M SORRY! STOP!" Tommy screamed louder than before. Wilbur ran over to his side and tried to gently wake him up. "Tommy, Tommy." He soothed softly. He hugged Tommy close and felt him start to stir, and eventually wake up. He squeaked quietly and grabbed onto Wilbur. Still half asleep, he began to cry. Wilbur looked over to the guitar that he had brought in, and began to play one of his songs softly. He felt Tommy begin to relax. "You okay, Toms?" Tommy nodded shakily, still crying softly. "You wanna talk about what you were shouting about?" Wilbur asked quietly. Tommy shook his head and began to cry heavier again. "Okay, it's okay king. We'll talk tomorrow. Do you want to sleep?" Tommy shook his head vigorously. "Okay, movie?" Tommy nodded once again.

They sat down on the couch and Wilbur put on a movie, it was called The fault in our stars. Wilbur assured Tommy it was a good movie and they began to watch. This was a bad idea. Tommy watched the movie, enjoying it. But there was a hospital scene. Tommy looked at the room, the doctors, the patients, and began to shake heavily. Panic rising in his throat, he let out a small whine of fear. Wilbur looked over in concern. "Tommy... Toms? You okay?" Tommy tried to answer him but found himself unable to speak. He just shook his head and continued to panic and shake. "What's wrong?" Tommy decided he would have to tell Wilbur what happened. Tommy pointed to the TV, which still showed a hospital on-screen. "The hospital?" Tommy nodded. "What about it?" Tommy stared. I need to talk. "...N- nurse." he croaked out, voice worn from screaming. Wilbur's expression changed from curious and confused to concerned and slightly angry. "What about nurses? What happened? Is it the tea you spilled?" Tommy's lip trembled and he burst into tears. "T-tissue." He mumbled. Wilbur assumed he wanted to wipe his tears, and passed him a tissue. Tommy proceeded to wipe his face, and Wilbur noticed... makeup? Tommy cleaned his face with a shaky hand to reveal a series of bruises and dents in his face. Wilbur's eyes burned with pure rage. "Who did this to you." Wilbur spat out, voice cold as ice. Tommy tried to speak in-between choking sobs. "N-n-nurse!" He cried out. Wilbur hugged Tommy, though it felt stiff, Wilbur was holding in his rage. "Excuse me a moment." Wilbur spoke calmly, but the ice in his words worried Tommy about what Wilbur would do.

Wilbur walked into his room, shut the door quietly, picked up his phone. And called Puffy.

"Doctor Puffy! Hello Wilbur!"

"I would advise you to sit down for this Puffy. I need to direct my burning rage somewhere." Wilbur continued to speak calmly, although a vein bulged in his forehead.

"Oh?" Wilbur took a deep breath.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUR EMPLOYMENT SYSTEM. THIS IS FUCKING INSANE. INSANE. TOMMY GOT FUCKING BEAT UP BY ONE OF YOUR NURSES. HOW THE FUCK DOES THIS HAPPEN PUFFY? HOW? TOMMY HAD A FUCKING NIGHTMARE. HE'S GOT FUCKING DENTS IN HIS FACE PUFFY!" Tommy flinched from the living room, hearing Wilbur scream like that. He had only heard that level of anger once. When Phil left.

"I-"

"I'm fucking astounded Puffy."

"I really don't know what to say."

"Neither do I. How does this happen? I'll be contacting my lawyers." You can't afford a lawyer.

"Wilbur, I-" Wilbur hung up.

Wilbur walked calmly back into the living room as though nothing happened. Tommy looked at him anxiously, as though expecting him to shout at him too. Wilbur just hugged him and cried. Tommy hugged back.