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Chapter 3: What are you doing

Tw for this chapter: Panic attack, crying, self hatred thoughts, past abuse/verbal abuse, jokes about ableism

Wilbur didn't get too much sleep that night. He managed to get an hour before he woke up for no known reason, and he couldn't get back to sleep. His thoughts were all over the place, but a lot of them were worried about the boy sleeping against him.

At 9am he gave up on sleep and slipped out from under Tommy. He was now on a mission to find the old cane and wheelchair he had. He went out of his room and down the hall back to his living room. He saw Phil still asleep on the couch and tried to keep quiet, he didn't need to wake up the old man.

Wilbur went down the stairs to his entryway where his garage door was. He knew both of the things were somewhere in there. He opened it up and cringed at the mess. Since Wilbur didn't have a car he used the garage as storage, and it was very messy because he never cleaned it.

He went to one corner, stepping over camera equipment that Lovejoy stored here, a side table that he didn't use, and empty suitcases. He made his way back to where he knew he kept the extra medical equipment after he had broken his ankle.

He quickly found the wheelchair, since it was super heavy and big. He managed to grab it and bring it to the door of the garage where he saw Phil coming down the stairs.

"Oh did I wake you up?" Wilbur asked at once but Phil shook his head as he yawned.

"No, I'm normally up around now. I heard the noise and decided to come see what was going on. I thought maybe Tommy was causing trouble or something." Phil jokes and Wilbur smiles. He put the chair in the entryway before going back to retrieve the cane.

"Let's hope the noise won't wake Tommy." Wilbur called.

"What are you doing?" Phil asked as Wilbur stepped over everything again.

"I'm finding the cane." Wilbur called back, but Phil didn't say anything else. Instead another voice spoke.

"The fuck like it look like I'm doing? I'm leaving." And Wilbur knew that was Tommy. He grabbed the counter and all but sprinted back to the entryway.

Tommy stood there, coat and one shoe on. His face was a rosy pink, meaning he had probably just woken up. He was standing near the front door and he didn't dare look at either of them.

"Tommy no, where are you going?" Wilbur asked, leaning the cane against the wall and walking over to the boy. Even standing right beside him, Tommy wouldn't look at Wilbur. Wilbur tried not to focus on the boy trying his best to balance on one leg.

"I can't stay here Wil, I shouldn't have come here in the first place." Tommy mumbled, trying to figure out how Wilbur's lock worked. He was struggling with it but Wilbur did not try to help him.

"Tommy it's best if you stay here man. You don't have anywhere else." Wilbur tried to reason but Tommy shook his head, still fighting the lock. Wilbur was glad that you had to turn it twice for it to work, Tommy didn't seem to get that.

"I can go back home, say sorry to my parents and hope that they won't be too mad." Tommy shrugged and he heard Phil sputter behind them. Wilbur frowned slightly.

"You mean the parents who said they would have aborted you if they could, the ones who called you a freak and taught you to hate yourself?" Phil said in a harsh tone and Wilbur could see tears in Tommy's eyes.

"You would have aborted me too if I was your kid." Tommy snapped back and he stopped trying to struggle with the lock. He just let his head drop and he began to full on sob. "I'm just tired of being a burden everywhere I go."