My Beloved [Beeduo]

8

Tubbo woke with a sudden jolt, quickly turning onto his side and coughing up water in his lungs. He gasped for air, his stomach heaving to get more things out of his system. The boy held it down with a final gasp and looked up through blurry eyes. He was laid down on the river bank, the rocks underneath him digging into his skin. Trying to sit up was painful, as he could feel each and every scrape on his body. He barely got up before he collapsed again, head hitting the rocks. Tubbo yelped and reached for the back of his head. Searing pain ran through his body and he pulled away. His hand was covered in blood.

"Hel-!" His voice failed him. Tubbo continued to try and call out, for someone, anyone. Help. He needed help. Where the hell was he? Was there even anyone nearby that could help? Based on what looked like miles and miles of forest across the river, there was no way he'd be found.

He was going to die.

Tubbo sat with the realisation. He was going to die on a riverbank bleeding out on the rocks. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force tears out of his eyes and failing. Tubbo tried to recall the events leading up to this and tried to remember why he was there, but he couldn’t. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t remember anything but his name. Why? Why couldn’t he remember something as simple as where he came from? Tubbo wanted to cry. He wanted to cry or shout, hell, he wanted to scream.

"Fucking wait, Tommy."

"We have to hurry!"

Tubbo’s eyes snapped open and he turned his head towards the voices. He looked up expectantly as footsteps approached. He stared for what seemed to be hours or maybe even days until a boy with blonde hair peeked from behind a tree. “He’s there!” The boy–who must’ve been Tommy–rushed to Tubbo’s side.

“Remember me?” Tommy pointed to himself and tried his best to smile, “I was here a little bit ago, and told you I’d get help.” Tubbo stared up at him, not recalling the moment he was mentioning. Tommy stared back for a few seconds then turned around, “Anyway, I brought my big brother, Wilbur, and we’re gonna help you, okay?”

A brown-haired man came up from behind Tommy, taking one look at Tubbo. “Holy shit, you weren’t lying.”

“Why would I lie?”

“You do it all the time.” Wilbur kneeled down by Tubbo’s head and held it with both hands. He let go for a moment to take the bag off his back and lay it on the ground. He rummaged through his bag as Tubbo’s mind began to get even fuzzier, eyelids slowly becoming heavier by the minute. "Stay with me, kid." The hands returned as Wilbur inspected the wound on his head. "You're gonna be okay. Tommy, can you…" Tubbo didn't hear the rest of the sentence, his mind floating away. He finally let his eyes shut and was immediately plunged into darkness.

oOo

Tubbo woke up once again, his eyes now wide open, but the boy from before was leaned over him with equally wide eyes. Tubbo shouted and sat up quickly, smacking the other kid in the head with his own.

“Ow! What the hell?!” Tommy held the spot on his forehead with both hands, a frown on his face.

“Where am I?”

Tommy blinked and grumbled, “Well you’re in my bed.”

“No, I mean-”

“You’re at my house, dumbo.” He walked over to the door and shouted something in an unrecognizable language down the hallway. He turned to see Tubbo staring at him in confusion. “It’s Elytrian…” Tommy sat down on the ground next to the bed, staring up at the brunet. "Never heard it before?"

Tubbo shook his head.

"Where'd you come from?"

Tubbo stared down at the blonde and shrugged, “Do you really think I remember?”

“Prolly not, had to ask.”

A man poked his head in the door, his long blonde hair braided and thrown over his shoulder. He held and small bowl in his hands and a small spoon peaking over the edge. “Hey, mate. How are you doin’?”

“I, uh…” Tubbo looked down at his body, just then noticing the many bandages that wrapped around his arms and legs. “I’m doing good, I guess?” Tubbo watched as Tommy scooted back while the man approached the bed and placed the bowl down on the nightstand. “How long was I out?”

“Oh, only four days. You should be able to get out of bed soon, but you should eat first.” He smiled at Tubbo before he turned and left the room.

Tommy got up on his knees, “That was Phil, he’s my dad.” He shuffled over towards the nightstand and peeked into the bowl, “Oh, ew!”

Tubbo tried to look in the bowl too, only seeing a gooey substance in the bowl. The boy watched as a bubble slowly rose to the surface and just as slowly popped. “What the hell is that?”

“It’s stew, he makes it all the time and it's always disgusting.” Tommy stood up, “I’m positive it’s seaweed or something weird. I’m going to get you some real food, be right back.” The boy rushed out of the room and his loud footsteps could be heard running down the stairs. Tubbo looked around the bedroom, looking at the many children’s drawings that were littered on the walls. He smiled at one in particular that sat above the desk across the room. It was a stick figure drawing of Tommy, with what seemed to be his family, and they were all holding hands. Tubbo tried to look away, but his eyes always wandered back to the drawing.

Tubbo searched through his memories, wanting to remember his family. A tear streamed down his cheek and dripped onto the back of his hand. Why couldn't he remember? What did he do for this to happen? The boy laid down and placed an arm over his eyes. Everything hurt and all he wanted to do was go to a place he couldn't even remember.