Silent Love// Wilbur X reader

Don't Go So Soon CHAPTER 10 -----

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Don’t Go So Soon
CHAPTER 10
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I hated hospitals. Scratch that, I hate hospitals. Just the present feeling of knowing it was a resting place of uncomfort for too many unfortunate people, and with every tenuous strand of hope in my soul I wished and I prayed that Kit wouldnt become one of those people. I called 911 as soon as I could after Kit fell unconscious last night. It was currently 6am and I was walking the brightly lit depressing hospital hallways with the following boy holding my hand. One of the scariest things I have ever seen in my entire life was watching her body being picked up and taken away. It might've been the first time I had ever felt real fear. I would give up my life for her to be soundly sleeping in the apartment, happy and safe. Ty had been pretty quiet but he didn't come off as very shy like Kit had said. The two of us spent the rest of the night and early morning sitting in the front lobby of the hospital waiting until we could see the girl. Ty slept in my arms whereas I stayed awake blankly staring at the floor for the hours and hours we waited. The vinyl tile was burned into my brain. Ty was a clingy little boy, and I made it my responsibility to give him that expected comfort. We were almost to her room. 238. I didn't want Ty to go in, even if it was his sister I couldn't put him through that pain. 238. The door read. I squat down to look the boy in the eyes, they were hazel unlike Kits, but they were the exact same shape. “Alright mate, I'm afraid you can't come in with me” I told the boy, though he didn't have much of a reaction. “Why?” he said quietly, his face  sprinkled with confusion. “Uhm…” I held back the tears that I knew were coming. “I just don't want you to be scared” He nodded slowly pushing himself up to one of the hallway seats. “I won't be long, Once I’m back I’ll take you to your aunt and uncles” His nodding continued before the door beside me carefully opened. A short lady with a brown bun looked up at me from inside the room. “Are you William Soot?” she asked, dropping her clipboard to her side. “Uhm, yes” I stammered. “You can come in, '' she opened the door a little further. I nervously stepped, my eyes right away saw Kit, lying motionless in the hospital bed, propped up just a bit. I couldn't stand it, the sight was unbearable, I already had silent streams over my cheeks. I cautiously made my way to her. She looked happy while she rested, I pray that she's not in pain. She was pale, almost resembling a doll, made of pristine porcelain. I saw as her hand sat lifeless and cold. I slipped my fingers gently in her hand wanting to hold her in any way I could, although she didn't feel cold, she was actually quite warm and comfortable. “Is she in any pain?” I asked, my voice starting to break. “Not anymore sir, see along with the bullet wounds she suffered a bad concussion, we’ve put her in an induced coma, meaning we can wake her, or she’ll wake herself when she's strong enough to handle the rest of the recovery” I didn't want to imagine Kit not being strong enough, she was strong enough for anything. But then again if she wasnt being hooked up to every fucking tube in this room, she may not be breathing. I couldn't get those songs out of my head, I wanted the feathers to come back, for both of us. “She lost a lot of blood, she had about a 35% chance of making it, but she should be fine for the time being” I turned back to see the woman, her wording catching my attention. “For the time being?” I asked, wiping my cheek with my free hand. I didn't feel embarrassed crying in front of this woman, all I wanted was for Kit to open her eyes and know she was safe. “We’re just taking things slow Mr. Soot, I'll let you be alone for a bit…” She slipped out of the door, quietly shutting it behind her. Once it was just the two of us, I pulled one of the free chairs closer to her bed, making sure to keep my gentle hold on her hand. “This really is quite bizarre innit?”
“This has been bizarre innit…” I quoted her. I lifted her hand up and I rested my elbow on the bed. I just didn't feel like wiping my tears at this point, wiping them would almost feel like I was hiding how upset I was, and that's not what I wanted. I wanted her to know I was scared, scared for her. “Why did you close your eyes..?” I said softly. My tears were falling to my dress pants, I really had to change my clothes. They were pretty much dry at this point, but I still felt out of place. I sat my chin on our hands. “I wish I could do something…” I whispered. I wanted a reaction, but I didn't get one. “You know I would do anything to help you out of here, but this is your battle '' I felt that familiar sinking in my chest, and I knew I had to leave her again. “Listen, this is hard for me to do, but I've got to take your brother to your aunt and uncles,” I told the sleeping girl as I stood up. I slowly kissed her hand allowing it to rest at her side again. It hurt to have to let go of her, like someone was taking away a part of me. “I want you to know that no matter what, I will be back for you” I stammered. I hesitantly leaned over her, lightly kissing her forehead. Once my lips departed from her skin, I continued to hover over her. “I love you… so much,” I whispered. I straightened myself back up, still staring at the helpless woman. “I won't be long, my love” I had to turn and leave but I couldn't. I couldn't leave her here. I was so desperate. Walk away Wilbur. I tried to urge myself away, I knew her brother was confused and waiting outside the door.
“Wilbur, I love you” I wished that phrase wasn't just in my head. I breathed in deeply, finally building the courage to turn away to the door. I wanted to look back, but I knew if I did I would get drawn right back to her side. Not that I didn't want to be by her side, but Ty was my first priority right now, Kit would want him to be safe. I opened the door and walked out, leaving her on her own. Ty looked up at me from his seat. “Is she okay?” he asked. I watched him for a moment, the image of her lying there was still stuck in my head. “Yes, she'll be okay” I brushed the boy's hair with my hand. “I've got to take you to your aunt and uncles now mate” He jumped out of his seat and reached up for my hand, which I took with the same hand that held Kit’s just moments earlier. “Have you ever been on the train before?” I asked him as we started down the hall, my face still damp. “No, I just play with my toys” he nodded at his confusing sentence. I glanced down at him “Do you have toy trains?” I continued the small conversation. “Yeah but not the Thomas train” He seemed quite invested, and definitely not shaken by the recent events. “You'll have to show me” I smiled. He gently bounced as he walked, growing excited to showcase his toys to me. He tugged at my hand as I felt a wrenching pain in my upper arm where my bandages were. “Oh… don’t pull too hard mate” My other hand shot to my arm “Sorry…” he mumbled, sounding guilty. “No, it’s alright”
I carefully held the boy's hand as I let him take the first step onto the train. “Big step…” I directed him, His wide curious eyes taking in every detail of the new environment. “Cool huh?” I told him as I stepped in to take my seat. We were the only ones boarding, considering how early it was. I sat down on one of the seats on the wall as Ty wandered around in front of me. I couldn't help but see a bit of his sister. The smile on his face was something I felt lucky to witness. Once the train started to move his expression quickly disappeared. He looked around, acclimating to the movement. His new smile was bigger than before as he tried to keep his balance, he ran over to me patting my knee and running back, he went back and forth for as long as he could. “Be careful” I forced a smile. He tagged my knee with every time he returned, until he had run out of breath and the remainder of energy to continue. “Come and sit” I patted the seat beside me as he climbed up beside me. There was a long silence between the two of us before it was harshly shattered, “Why is Kitrina with the doctors?” I glanced over to see him looking up at me with his natural wide eyes. “Your sister got hurt” I answered, trying not to cry in front of the child. “She's a strong girl” He said confidently, something he shared with her. “Yes she is…” my eyes were getting blurry. “What's the matter?” He spoke again. I didn't look away from him, hot tears beginning to trace my cheeks and jaw. “Your sister is very important to me” I sniffed, I felt stupid crying in front of this kid. Ty stuck out his pointer finger, reaching up and attempting to rub the tears with the small tip of his finger. “Don't cry, she's a strong girl'' His tries didn't do much but I appreciated his care. Never once did I think I would need the condolence from a 9 year old child, but this kid was right. Kit was very strong. And yes, maybe he didn't understand the bigger picture of the situation but it didn't make him less right. I wanted to be back with Kit, I wanted to sit and talk with her even if she didn't say anything back. “How much are you on trains?” He asked. Looking around. “Quite a bit” I replied as I wiped my face, trying to breathe. All I wanted to do was scream, scream so loud, cry about everything wrong. But I didn't, I kept myself cool, as much as I could at least.
I rang the doorbell to the house, 6 chestnut. Ty stood beside me still holding onto my hand. The door eventually opened a little, a woman with brown hair and silver streaks peaked at me through the crack, she had a frail but sweet face. “Who are you?” she asked coldly. I cleared my throat nervously, “My name is Wilbur Soot, I'm here with your nephew, Ty,” I told the woman. The door swung open, she was a short lady. She quickly scooped up Ty hugging him. “Oh Tyler my baby” she cooed. “Auntie Lydia, your squishing me” The boy mumbled. “You go to your room and get changed hun” she let go of the boy as he sped down the hallway. “Oh please come in” she stepped to the side giving room for me to walk in. “Thank you…” I said weakly, taking my shoes off at the entrance as she shut the door. “How do you know my nephew?” She asked looking up at me, there was a definite height difference. “Actually I’m a friend of Kits” I was finally able to spit out. Her face lit up a little bit “No surprise in that, she always liked the tall ones…” She chuckled, her hands resting on her hips. I smiled at the fact. “You two aren’t just friends I can tell” She started down the hallway as I followed her. “No ma’am,” I scoffed. “Oh don’t call me ma’am, my name is Lydia” She led me to the kitchen. “So where's the girl now?” she asked, her voice with a hint of worry. “Uhm… well she would've been here with me, but she’s in the hospital…” Lydia’s hand shot to her mouth. “My god! is she okay?” She asked frantically. “They said she’d be alright, but they currently have her in an induced coma” I felt my chest tighten. “You’ll have to tell me how she's doing, that is if you're visiting the boy” Just as he was mentioned, Ty returned, he rushed next to me pulling at my pants. “I wanna show you my trains now” he begged. “10 minutes Ty” I told him. He nodded up at me. “You two run along now, go have your fun” she shooed me away with the boy, a heartening smile over her face. Ty tugged on my pants as he led me around the house and to his room. Once he finally let go I stood in the doorway of the child's room, there were many bins of toys that sat over a bright red carpet. “Guess how many trains I have!” he walked in as he began to collect toy trains in his arms. I stepped in slowly looking around the room. I carefully sat down on his bed. “10?” I guessed. “No! I have 7” he set them all down on a small table, handing me one. I took the toy to examine its details. It was a cheap toy, but he loved it so dearly, I couldn't ruin his fun. “That's a lot of trains you got there mate” He looked at me for a moment. “What does mate mean?” he asked. I set the train down. “Well I'm British, and in the UK we call our friends mate, so I guess you could say ‘mate’ means friend” I explained as he thought about my words “Are you my sister's husband?” he continued with the questions. “No, I am not” I laughed at his antics, his innocence was too much. There was another pause while I waited for his next query. “Can you be my brother?” It was that question that forced me to realize how lonely this boy must be. His sister was just 15 when he was born, so I doubt he had many people to hang out with or play with. “Sure, we can be brothers” I thought of tommy. “Will! we’re like brothers!”
Tom's young voice played in my head. “But, if we’re gonna be brothers we have to make a promise” I said to the child as he turned around. I held out my pinky finger for him to latch onto, which he did. “We promise to talk if we’re scared, and stay brothers even if it’s hard” I swore to him, wishing I had said that to tom. “Pinky promise” He whispered. Right then Lydia opened the door. “Alright hun let me have a word with Wilbur” She said. “Aww…” He whined as I stood up. “Hey” I caught his attention holding my hand out. “Till next time mate” I told him. He grabbed my hand, slightly shaking it. I smiled down as he let go making my way out of the room. I stepped back into the dimly lit narrow hallway. “I assume you want to get back to the hospital but I figured I’d show you a few things before you left” she explained, leading me back to the front of the home. “Thank you for being so welcoming,” I told her. “Oh of course, I respect anyone affiliated with that girl, She really is something” She marvelled. Lydia eventually stopped me at a closed door near the front hallway of the house. “She hasn’t touched it in years, I figured you may want to take a look around, take as long as you need” she patted the side of my arm before returning to the kitchen. The door had a painted cat face on it, an orange tabby. My hands were shaking uncontrollably. I grabbed the door knob, twisting it open. The teens bedroom smelled of faint old perfume, it wasn’t a bad smell. The walls were a bright cream color and there were a few posters hung beside the bed in the far left corner. This was Kit's room. Her bed had almost 10 small stuffed bears. I spun slowly taking in the whole room, taped all over the sides of her wall were dozens or crayon scribble comics. To my right was a makeup table, with a few stacked boxes on the top. I stepped over to take a better look at the boxes. There were four boxes all titled with different years. 2012, 2013, 2014 and 2015. I grabbed the boxes sitting by myself on the gray carpeted floor. I carefully opened the box with the sharpied “2013” . The inside of the small box was stuffed, chalked full of polaroid photos.
“My friends loved taking pictures of me specifically, although I wasn't very keen on the idea of having my face plastered all over, I bet those photos are still in my old room”
I pulled a few out, one of them was a baby picture of a 2 year old boy in a child's play seat, Ty…
The next photo was of a young girl with long black hair. That’s her. She had her arms crossed and was smiling brightly back at me. She was so pretty, I could never say otherwise. I smiled at the girl in the photo, but I knew she wouldn’t see me smile back. I pulled another photo from the box, it was another picture of Kit. She wore a white shirt and overalls. Her hair was wavy and long, she even had long curtain bangs. My eyes stung. my chest felt heavy. I was already on the verge of crying, but it felt so different this time. I held the photo to my heart, clasping my eyes shut as I tried to breathe. “I'm sorry…” I begged quietly, silently shaking as I held her to me. The tears ran down my cheeks quicker than ever before. I couldn’t breathe, I felt dizzy and scared. I sharply breathed through my teeth, I couldn’t see, my vision was fogged. I was breaking, I didn’t want to, my medicine was hopped up on her own. I didn’t want sex anymore, I didn’t want a fucking drink. I wanted Kit. I wanted her in my arms. I wanted her warmth, to feel our skin touch, to kiss her and tell I love her. I couldn’t stand the constant worry, the image of her lying in her own ancestry, the red that stained her body. With teary eyes I grabbed the 2015 box. Pulling a few photos out. from the three, I grabbed a few that looked like holiday pictures. One of them being a picture of Ty who looked around 4, sitting on the couch surrounded with toys. The second was another picture of Ty standing beside his aunt by the christmas tree, she looked considerably younger. and the last one was a photo of the camera holder herself, she looked older now and her hair was at its signature short length. She would’ve been 18 in that photo. I didn’t believe in soulmates but when I stared at the beautiful picture I couldn’t help but see my life, everything led back to her. I sniffed, my heart hurting. I grabbed a few of the photos and carefully put them in my pocket, taking the boxes back to the desk. I was ready to go now, I couldn’t live without the sunset, love without a heartbeat. I couldn’t just let her live within me. I couldn’t wait anymore.