Multi Fandom One Shots And Short Stories

(DSMP-RANBOO) Your Spirit Wild, Your Suffering Brief (2)

Here's part two! 

Same TW's as the last chapter. I just give up trying to do every chapter.

Hope you enjoy the angst!

Word count: 1037

Phil shot up from his spot on the couch as he heard Techno kick the door open behind him. The book he'd been reading fell to the ground and his wings unfurled, the feathers rising as the adrenaline pumped through him.

"Dear Prime, Tech, what's gotten into you-" He froze as he saw the bundled figure Techno held close to his chest. "Nether, what happened, mate?"

Techno's eyes were wide and he was panting. "I don't know," he said urgently, "but somethings definitely wrong." Phil gestured him closer, instructing him to lay Ranboo down on the couch. 

Techno shook his head. "It's something on his back, Phil. He freaked when I picked him up."

"Alright then," Phil improvised, "the spare bedroom'll work."

He led the way down the hall and opened the door to the empty bedroom for Technoblade. The piglin turned sideways and carried Ranboo through the doorway.

Phil jumped into action, gently taking hold of Ranboo's wings and pulling them away from his body. Techno lowered him to the bed with a grunt, turning him onto his stomach before anything else could aggravate his back.   

"Tech," Phil ordered, all business despite how worried he was for the young man, "fetch me a knife."

Techno pulled a long knife free from the sheath on his hip, handing it to him carefully.  Phil grasped the hilt with one hand and the hem of Ranboo's dress shirt with the other. Carefully, he brought the sharp blade to the fabric and began slicing through it, exposing the bare skin of the young hybrid's back. 

Nothing seemed amiss... until the pair of gods reached the middle of his ribcage.  Ranboo's wings extended from his shoulder blades and Phil very carefully edged around the joints, slicing through the fabric to expose what they had found. 

Just underneath the joints of his wings, right around his mid rib, were two inflamed vertical mounds.  They were discolored and puffy and Phil could feel the heat emanating from them, even as he moved his hands away.  As the cold air wafted over the painful-looking sores, Ranboo moaned and his hands twitched like his muscles were spasming. 

"Phil," Techno said worriedly, "what are those?"

Phil shook his head, baffled.  "They look like... Like stumps?" They did, if he was being honest.  The marks on Ranboo's back resembled what he'd imagined he would look like if he ever lost his wings.  But... Ranboo had never had four wings! He'd only ever had the two, just like Phil!

"But-" Techno said haltingly, "He's never had..."

"I know. That's what's worrying me." A horrible thought occurred to him, leaving a bad taste in his mouth.  Maybe they weren't stumps, but rather nubs? Was that even possible?

Phil turned and made his way out to the kitchen. He needed a few things to help with the fever. He grabbed a bucket, but paused as he realized that a wet cloth would probably only do more damage to the enderian hybrid.  He placed it back on the shelf and looked around, thinking hard. 

Techno had followed him and he was standing in the doorway, looking completely lost. He'd always been good under pressure, but this was a whole new ballpark. He wasn't used to being so deeply affected by another person's pain.  Phil could take care of himself, he knew that. But Ranboo? He was so young!

"Go down and get out the stash of regen and healing potions we've got, Tech," Phil said, "We have to get that fever down as soon as possible."

Techno nodded, his eyes betraying just how much this situation was stressing him out.  He spun around and made his way to the ladder leading to the basement. 

Phil was left standing in the kitchen, alone. He closed his eyes, trying to find a way around the water situation.  He'd never really tried anything other than a water-soaked cloth draped across his forehead. But water was a no go for Ranboo, so what else was there?

His gaze landed on the bucket again and his eyes narrowed.  Well, it was worth a shot. He grabbed the metal handle and made his way to the backdoor.  His feathers ruffled and his large wings came around to drape across his shoulders, shielding him from the blustering wind.

Phil bent down to scoop the freshly fallen snow into the bucket.  He straightened and shuffled back to the house, shivering as he stepped inside.  He grabbed a thick bath towel as he made his way back to the spare room. 

When he entered, bucket in hand, he found Techno seated on the edge of the bed, a box of shimmering potions on the floor next to him.  His large hand was carding through Ranboo's hair, pushing it away from his cheeks and the drying burn cream he'd applied to the tear tracks there. 

"I don't like this," he muttered, "I hate seeing him in so much pain. He's too young for this."

Phil drew closer to the bed, resting a comforting hand on Techno's broad shoulder.  "I know, mate," he said quietly, "I hate it too."

With Techno keeping Ranboo's unruly hair out of his eyes, Phil spread the towel over his back. He placed the cold bucket close to his side, ensuring none of the condensation would be able to reach his skin.

Ranboo shivered and unconsciously attempted to slide away from the new change in temperature. Goosebumps rose all over his skin and he shuddered. 

Techno and Phil gently eased his long arms out of the sleeves, the ruined shirt being bundled away and shoved in a corner.  They could deal with it later; their main concern wasn't the clothing, but the person the clothing belonged to.

Phil sat down on the edge of the bed, placing one hand on the small of Ranboo's back.  "Hang in there, mate," he said quietly, "We'll figure this out."

Techno nodded silently, his hand never straying from the burning skin of Ranboo's face. "We've got ya, kid," he murmured, "just stay with us."

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❤️Al