One-shots - the dsmp

He didnt make it

Requested:no
Based:Tommyinnit, Wilbur Soot
Takes place: In the Artic kingdom.
Time: after a war

Triggers:death, the denial of death, panic attacks.( Please tell me if I missed anything)
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No ones POV:

Tommy, the third and the youngest prince of The Artic Kingdom opened his eyes, slowly a flash of white and bright light made him close those sky blue eyes. Everything was really quiet but loud at the same time for the prince. This time he was ready to open his eyes, slowly, prepered for the brightness his eyes immidiatly landed on two familiar figures. They were equally noticable. The first figure, Philza, the king of the said kindom noticed the movement first, confused didnt know if he should run to the boy and embrace him into a hug, or take it easy.
The other figure Technoblade the next king wasted no time, and ran to his youngest brother. No words were spoken, mostly because none of them knew to start s conversation. Until a much important question has been asked by the youngest.

"Wheres Wilbur?" - the youngest asked about the second son. His brother.

Silence.

Like the echoey footsteps outside the bright room ,heard the question, and have stopped. Everyones face flashed over with guilt or sadness, maybe both. Like the whole world knew THE question has been asked, and everyone knew the answer except Tommy. Just seconds of the silence Tommy knew the answer to the question. No, he didnt admit it.

"Hes.." -pause- "hes not here anymore". Said the monotrone voice the prince recognised as Technoblades. More unreadable expresions shoved up on the faces surrounding the youngest.

"What..." The blond spat. It wasnt a question, It was pure first reaction upon hearing the words. It sounded demanding, hurt, maybe confused.

Tommys POV:

That is really unfourtunate.

Said the voice in my head.

"No, that is-" He paused. They wouldnt joke like this. "Thats-" Tommy stopped. His eyes now filled with tears, craving to be let out. He let out a breath, that he had been holding for quite a while. Upon letting out the breath he blinked, tears now rolling down his cheeks towards his mouth. They seemed like they where racing eachother, but were stopped by a sholder rubbing his cheek, the shoulder was Technoblades, being embraced into a hug, more tears now having somewhere to fall on let themselfs go down.

Now it didnt matter. Now all Tommy wanted was to fall asleep and forget that this happend for at least a few hours. Tommy felt terrible, to say the least, the stab that he was in this bright room hurt while bring hugged, but he needed one asap. It hurt in his heart, he didnt know why, but breathing was harder than any usual, it was harder to see, as his vision blurred with salty tears. Strong hands that he recognised as Phils were on his sloulder, Tommy couldnt breath, let alone speak and tell them hes fine. He could hear something, a voice asking him something in a tone of a question. After focusing as musch as possibly he recognised the voice as Phils.

"Hey, Toms?" "Toms??" He recognised a familiar nickname as he felt fingers gently on his eyes finnaly rubbing away the tears letting him see clearly.

"Hey you hear me?" Phil said, earning a light nod from the Tom.
"Can you speak?" A simple, hurt, scared yes was heard.
"Good, can you name 3 thing you can see" Phil asked
"Doctor, white, light" Tommy said as the first things he can see that are you could say bothering him.
"Um,good, lights off, doctors out" Phil said as he understood what was bothering the youngest. At the still a bit blurred vision, he could see the room darken.

His breath started to even out, following now Phils loud breaths.

After a few, what seemed like second, the youger dosed off in the Kings arms.

Technoblade and Phil stayed there the whole night. Waiting for the then exhousted Prince.