SBI one-shot angst things????

waaaa #2

(this one is different than waaaa it's a different ending)

Wilbur didn't know why he was there, why he was in this white, uncomfortable, scratchy hospital bed. His twin brother was on his right and his little brother on his left. He wasn't quite sure where his father was. He didn't know why, but he couldn't speak to them. He tried, but nothing came out. He couldn't move either, and he was frustrated. He just wanted to go home, he knew he was fine. He didn't feel sick, and as far as he could see he was completely unharmed. His brothers sat in silence and didn't look each other in the eyes. Until Tommy finally spoke up, not being able to go longer than an hour without speaking. "Do you think he'll get better Techno?" Tommy questioned. His voice broke in the middle of his sentence, Wilbur knew he'd been crying but he didn't know why. Techno moved his eyes from the floor to Wilbur's face, his eyes red and puffy. He took so long to respond, Wilbur wasn't sure if he even would. "I don't know, Tommy. This is- is... bad." Techno said, trying his best not to cry, Wilbur could tell. Techno reached for Wilbur's hand and held it with both hands, getting tears on Wilbur's fingers. "Dad said he thought he would. Said that- that Wilbur's been in the hospital before." Tommy said. He sounded like he was trying to convince himself that Phil was right. Techno scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, of course, he said that, Tommy," Techno said, his words laced with annoyance and anger. It took Wilbur and Tommy by surprise, Techno never raised his voice or got upset with either of them, not really. "The last time Wilbur was here was for an oxygen tube. He had pneumonia, not a fucking traumatic brain injury." Techno spat, his eyebrows lowering and his jaw tensing. Tommy looked scared, betrayed in a way. "I know, but... I don't know. I think he'll survive." Tommy said, his eyes now on the floor, not daring to look Techno in his eyes. Wilbur always liked Techno's eyes. He had an unusual pair of eyes, he was always bullied for them. He was born albino, not that anyone else knew. Wilbur wasn't even sure if Tommy knew. At first, it started simple, Techno would dye his hair brown, like Wilbur and their mothers. Then it was pink. His eyes changed, they would be a light purple or a duller, deeper red. He knew Techno hated them but Wilbur painted Techno's eyes all of the time, he found them unique but perfect. "Whatever, Tommy. Start saying your fucking goodbyes," Techno responded. Wilbur didn't understand what they were talking about, but he tried his best to understand. "You remember when you broke your arm, Toms?" Techno said, sounding innocent enough but Wilbur could tell it was about to be something more sinister. "Yes?" "You remember the pain? The screaming?" Techno said, more sinister sounding now. "I... Uhm, yes. Yeah, I do." Tommy responded, stumbling and faltering over his words. "Think about the pain, you described it as a splitting, blood-curdling pain, yeah? Now picture that but ten times worse. It was so painful there wasn't even any screaming, Tommy. Think about that, his body would rather shut down than deal with the pain he felt." Techno said, glaring daggers at Tommy, hoping it would shut him up or scare him into silence. This attempt didn't work, however. Tommy responded with ease, caring about getting his point across to Techno. "Yeah, but I got over it, didn't I? It healed, and now my arm is working fully again and after some time, it got better. I think he could do the same." Tommy said, staring blankly and strangely, more dully at Wilbur's head. Wilbur was even more confused now, he didn't understand. He couldn't see. He didn't know if his eyes were open or not. "Tommy, I- oh my fucking god," Techno said, getting more frustrated at Tommy and sounding like he couldn't take it anymore. Techno let go of Wilbur's hand and stood, "He's not going to get better, Tommy! He's going to fucking die! We weren't there, we didn't get home in time. There is no saving him, Tommy! Get the fuck over the idea that he could ever possibly get better!" Techno yelled and Wilbur was sure he was going to get him kicked out of the hospital. He at least hoped they would take him with them, he was sure he was fine. "Techno I-" Tommy started, but Techno cut him off again. "Even if he survived, nothing would be the same! His brain wouldn't work right, and I know Wilbur would rather die than not be able to function properly and on his own," Techno said, clearly crying now, "He was my twin, Tommy! Mine! I was supposed to always be there for him, no matter what and I wasn't there at the time he needed me most!" Techno went to sit back in his chair, but missed and fell on the floor. Wilbur could hear him throw something and yell. "Techno please, it's not your fault, nobody knew." Tommy tried to console him, but Techno wasn't having any of it. "Tommy, I had that gut feeling! I could've left the store then and there, but I ignored it!" Techno continued yelling, and Wilbur heard a door open. "What is going on in here, Techno?" Their father asked, both worried and angry. "Tommy's being a dumbass, Phil! Tell him! Tell him Wilbur's never waking up, please! I can't stand to hear him pretend it's all fine!" Techno yelled from the floor, his voice muffled from having his hand over his mouth. Wilbur wanted to wake up, wanted to know what was going on, but a voice called to him. A voice so familiar, but so distant, so loud, but so quiet. His mother's voice. Her honey-sweet voice was something he hadn't heard since Techno first started dyeing his hair. Her voice called to him, and at that moment he forgot about his twin on the floor, forgot the confusion, forgot Tommy's sad eyes. "Mom?" Wilbur said, his voice so quiet, he wasn't sure if she'd be able to hear him. But she did. "Wilbur?"