two weeks

Death

tw/cw: self harm, disassociation, seizures, hitting head on sharp object, coughing blood

Wilbur woke up curled up next to Tommy. He felt empty, then he remembered why. He began to cry quietly. "Wil, you awa-? Why're you crying?" Tommy hugged his brother close. "I'm just- Everything is a lot right now. Where's Fundy?" Tommy frowned, "We called Sally to take him home early. I don't think you'll see him for a while." Wilbur bashed his head off of the side of the armchair repeatedly. "I. Fuck. Everything. UP." Tommy yelped in alarm and put a hand under Wilbur's head. "Wil, stop." Wilbur kept trying to bash his head, "Wilbur, stop doing that. Phiiiiiil!" Tommy called out into the kitchen. Phil rushed out, "What is i- Wilbur mate, stop." Wilbur curled into the blanket sprawled over him, and cried. "I can't do anything right." Phil placed a hand on Wilbur's shoulder, "It's okay Wilbur mate." Wilbur sighed. "Fuck, I'm such a disaster." He laughed spitefully. The kind of laugh that worried Tommy. Tommy hugged him closer. Phil bit his lip, looking conflicted.

"I think I'm ready to tell you why I was gone." Tommy looked towards Phil hopefully, "Well? Why?" Phil looked over to Wilbur, "Can you handle it mate?" Wilbur nodded shakily and nodded for Phil to tell his story. Phil felt a familiar breeze float past his face and smiled confidently. "Okay. I'm going to need you two to trust me on this, okay? Because it's a bit far fetched. But I would never lie to you, okay?" Wilbur and Tommy exchanged confused looks and nodded hesitantly. Wilbur could already feel himself shaking, this was the reason his life was flipped upside down. This was the reason he was the way he was.

"Right. So.." Phil was overcome with anxiety. "Shit. Okay, I got this." Tommy smiled warmly at Phil, "Keep going big man, I'll believe you." Wilbur just looked silently at his knees. "Right. It all started the day before I left. I got a letter, it was... from Kristin." Wilbur's interest was immediately perked, "Mum?" Wilbur swore he felt a breeze, but no windows were open. Phil nodded. " Yes, Mum." Tommy looked away, slightly jealous, having never met his mother. Phil continued, "I got a letter from Kristin. She said she needed help. It was very mysterious. I left the next morning, I had to find her. Once I reached the area she told me to go, I saw nothing. Until I looked closer, there was a purple aura surrounding the area and-" Phil paused. "What? And what?" Tommy asked. "She spoke to me. She was dead, but alive. She said she had a role in this world."

"What was it?" Wilbur croaked out, voice worn from crying.

"She was the Goddess of Death." Phil half whispered. Tommy tilted his head in confusion, "The goddess of what now?" He asked. Wilbur just stared Phil in the eyes for a moment, and went back to staring at his knees. "The Goddess of Death. Her role was to... guide people into the afterlife." Tommy hit Phil with a barrage of questions, while Wilbur sat silently, thinking. Phil looked over to him, "You have any questions Wilbur mate?" Wilbur sighed. "Is that why I can't fucking die? Because of Mum?" Phil bit his lip. "No. She doesn't have that power." Phil lied. "How do we know you're not lying?" Phil flinched slightly, that hurt. Phil felt the breeze once again and he knew Kristin would prove it for him. "Just watch." He said quietly. Wilbur waited a moment, "Nothing is ha-" Wilbur and Tommy simultaneously yelped in alarm. "Something just hugged me!" They both said. Phil smiled knowingly and nodded. "Thanks Kristin." Phil felt another kiss being planted on his cheek.

"Uh, Phil?" Wilbur said quietly.

"Yeah mate?"

"What the fuck?" Phil just laughed. "I know it's a lot, you'll get used to it." Tommy thought for a moment, "So... our mother, your wife, is... death?" Phil nodded, "Technically, yes." Tommy nodded slowly and cuddled back into Wilbur. "You alright Wilbur mate?" Phil asked. Wilbur stared into space, disassociating. Phil sighed and got up to make breakfast.

Wilbur came to his senses at around noon. "Fuck, what time is it?"

"Noon."

"I was out for... 4 hours?" Tommy nodded.

"You missed breakfast, we're having lunch now."

"Thank fuck, I'm hungry." Phil walked into the room with a tray of soup, "Ah! Wilbur you're back with us." Wilbur nodded quietly, "Give food." He demanded jokingly and took a tray of soup.

"Enjoy your soup Wilbur, get well soon." Kristin kissed Wilbur on the forehead as he sat on his bed with a fever. "Thanks Mom." He smiled. "Anything for you Wil-

-bur? You okay?" Phil asked, concerned at Wilbur's sudden burst of tears. "Y- yeah. I just thought of someone. I'm okay." Wilbur felt something hugging him, and he felt comforted. "Right, have your soup Wilbur mate. And, oh! Do you want to watch a movie with me and Toms later?" Wilbur smiled and nodded. "Sounds fun."

Oh, how wrong he was.

Phil gave Wilbur the liberty of choosing the movie, a bad idea. Wilbur was a hardcore horror fan, so naturally he picked 'It.'

"I've never seen it before! Hopefully it's as good as everyone says it is." Phil groaned. "Fucking horror, of course you picked horror." Wilbur flashed a trademark grin and pressed play. "You scared, Toms?" He joked. Tommy puffed up like a threatened swan, "I don't get scared. I'm a big man!" Tommy whispered back as Wilbur laughed. They watched on, everyone enjoying it except for Phil, who was hugging a pillow as his sons mocked him. They kept bantering and having a good time until one scene. Phil saw it first, flashing lights. "Wilbur. Don't look at the screen. Okay?" Wilbur was out in the kitchen getting more snacks, but he came back out when Phil said that. "What? You think I can't handle a little-" Wilbur froze, and collapsed. "Fuck!" Phil shouted as Wilbur's head and back crashed into the glass coffee table and he began to seize. Phil rushed over and cushioned Wilbur's head as it bled from the shards of glass. "Fuck. Shit. Tommy! Get a cloth!" Tommy's eyes widened at the blood coming from Wilbur's head and sprinted out to the kitchen to get bandages and coverings. Wilbur's head jerked violently, faster than Phil could stop and hit it off the wall. "Shit." Wilbur whimpered quietly as he seized. His seizings began to calm down and he began to scream in pain. Phil tried to comfort him, but there was no stopping that amount of pain. Once Tommy brought over the first aid kit and bandages, Phil handed him his phone. "Call an ambulance." Tommy ran out of the room to make the call as Wilbur screamed in pain. "D-Dad... I didn't want to- to go like this." Wilbur wailed. "You're going to be okay. I promise. It was my fault for not checking for flash warnings." Wilbur shook his head again. "I didn't want... to die- like this." He repeated. "Wilbur, you'll be oka-" Phil was interrupted when Wilbur began to cough up blood. "Fuck. Tommy! Tell them to hurry!" Wilbur gagged and his eyes began to flutter. "Stay with me Wilbur, stay awake. Please stay awake." Wilbur began to gargle, as his eyes slowly rolled into his head. Phil had to act fast. He pinched Wilbur lightly on the cheek, and Wilbur opened his eyes again. "I'm sorry, I know you want to sleep. But please stay awake." Wilbur gargled again and tried to nod at Phil. "Don't move your head, mate." Phil heard sirens outside the door and loud knocks. "C'n't st'y aw'ke..." Wilbur muttered. "Tommy! Answer it!" Tommy ran over to the door and opened it, immediately pointing towards Phil cradling a barely conscious Wilbur. The paramedics gently lifted up Wilbur and placed him on the stretcher, just as he blacked out. Phil stepped into the ambulance, after hugging Tommy. "I'll call you as soon as I find anything out. I'll come get you as soon as I can. Call Niki okay? Stay with her. Bye Toms." Tommy teared up, "Will he be okay?" Phil bit his lip. "I can't promise anything, just worry about yourself." Phil stepped into the ambulance, and waved teary-eyed to Tommy as they drove off.