𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝑦 𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝐹𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 | 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝐴𝑈

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦

TW// IV, blood
(I think that's all?)

Dream/Clay's POV

I made it to where Nikki and Puffy owned a small clinic, and I could see Phil inside through the window.

I ran in, startling Phil.

"Where is he? Is he ok? Do you-" Phil cut me off. "He's with Puffy. She's taking care of him. He'll be ok, I promise." He said. I nodded. "Here, come sit." Phil pulled me over to a sofa and made me sit.

"Jesus, Dream, your breathing like a mad man. Did you full on sprint all the way here?" He asked. I nodded. He sighed. "People probably think I killed someone." I dryly lugged. "Why would they think that?" Phil asked.

I have him a 'really?' look.

"Phil, I was sprinting down the street covered in blood. What do you expect people to think?" I asked. He sighed. "I hope Sapnap and Bad tell the, what's actually happening." I said. "Oh, they know?" Phil asked. I nodded. "Stopped me on the way here." I said.

A few moments later, I heard the oh-so-familiar sound of Puffy's boots against the floor. I looked up, hoping to see a promising look on her face.

"Good news, he's gonna be fine. I've got him on a few IVs, and he should wake up soon. Maybe tomorrow, though." She said. I sighed I'm relief. "Kind of bad news, though, what the hell is his second animal? He's part raccoon but also part...devil looking thing."

Phil and I glanced at each other.

"Yeah, we saw that. I'm not sure why." Phil said. Puffy exhaled. "Strange."

"Can I see him?" I asked. Puffy nodded. "Of course. He's right in there." She pointed to a door. I stood up, walked past her, and went into the room.

I saw Tommy there, lying unconscious. He looked so pitiful. I'm glad that he ended up passing out, instead of just having to wait hours for the pain to stop like I did. He's been through enough as it is.

I pulled a chair over next to the bed he was on, and sat. I looked at him for a moment before reaching over and holding his hand. His skin was so cold. Like he was dead. But he wasn't dead, thankfully. It was just the blood loss.

I sat like that for I don't even know how long before the door opened up again. I looked up, noticing how the sun was setting out the window.

"Hey, mate, you should go home for the night." Phil said. I shook my head. "No, I have to stay. He needs me. If he wakes up and nobody's here, he'll be scared." I said. Phil sighed. "Puffy will be here, won't she?" He asked. I shrugged, running my thumb over Tommy's knuckles. "I'm staying." I said.

"Ok, then. Please, at least get some sleep if you can. Don't neglect yourself." Phil said. I nodded. "I'll try." I said. "I'll tell Puffy that you're staying." "Ok."

A moment later, the door to the room closed back, and I sat in silence again.

Every so often, I checked for his pulse, as there are no heart monitors here. I don't even think anyone here knows what that is besides Tommy and I.

My eyes felt so heavy. How long had passed? The moon was shining bright in the middle of the sky, so pretty long.

I felt myself drifting off. I wanted to stay awake, though. I hadn't let go of his hand once since I first grabbed it. My arm had gone slightly numb.

I was half asleep when I felt Tommy's hand slightly squeeze mine. My eyes shot open and I sat up. Tommy's face had a slightly pained look on it as he opened his eyes.

"Oh, Tommy, you're ok. I was so worried about you." I said, holding his hand with now both of mine. He looked around some. "W-What..." His voice was hoarse. "What happened?" He asked.

"You changed, that's what. You're a little raccoon!" I smiled, trying to comfort him. "And what else?" He asked. I sighed. "I don't know. Neither does Phil or Puffy." I said. Tommy frowned, confused. "Is it even an animal?" He asked. "No, I don't think so."

There as a brief silence.

"Is it...ugly? Or- Or weird?" He asked. "No! No, not at all! It's cute, really. Just not an animal."

I paused for a moment.

"You're like...some sort of devil thing. You've got little red horns and little red wings." I said, sounding happy so he wouldn't think that I think he's weird. "Is that what I feel on my back?" He asked. I nodded.

He sat up, slightly wincing.

"Can I go home?" He asked. "I don't think so. Not yet. Doctor wouldn't want you leaving in the middle of the night." I chuckled. He nodded. "Can I see myself?" "Sure! There should be a mirror nearby." I said.

I look back over at him, seeing him staring at the IVs in his arm.

"Can I take these out? I don't like them." He said. "I wouldn't." I replied. He nodded. "Here, if you wanna see yourself, you'll have to get up."

He stood up on his wobbly legs, and I walked him to a nearby bathroom, rolling the IV pole thingy so he could act go within a foot of the bed.

When he saw himself in the mirror, he froze. He looked down at his tail for a moment, before looking back into the mirror. He reached up and touched his raccoon ears, slightly giggling. I smiled.

"I'm a raccoon!" He smiled wildly. His eyes shimmered in awe. "You are!" I chuckled.

His eyes trailed to his wings and horns.

"I look sick." He said. I tilted my head. "Like, awesome sick? Or ill sick?" I asked. "Which one do you think? Awesome sick, obviously!" He laughed.

He then noticed his face and gasped.

"I have the raccoon face patch thingy over my eyes!" He squealed. I laughed. "You sure do!" I said.

"Hehe, I'm so cute! I-I mean, uh, I'm so awesome and masculine looking!" He corrected himself. I wheezed, making him burst out into laughter. "I forgot you laugh like that!" He said. "You sound like a kettle!"

I softly smacked his shoulder.

"Shut up." I said.

"Dream?!" I heard Puffy ask in a frantic voice. "We're in here, Puffy!" I yelled. She hurried to where she heard my voice.

"Oh, god, I though you just took him and left!" She said. "No, no, I wouldn't do that." I said.

Puffy looked over at Tommy, smiling.

"What do you think?" She asked him. "He called himself cute." I answered for him. Tommy scoffed. "I did not! I called myself awesome and masculine looking! Don't listen to him- uh-" He paused. "Puffy." She said. "Yeah! I knew that! But anyways, don't listen to him, Puffy!" He said. She laughed. "Ok, ok, I won't. I believe you, Tommy." She said, obviously sarcastic.

Tommy didn't catch her sarcasm, and stuck his tongue out at me, to which I did back.

"That is rude, Clay! How dare you stick your tongue out at me! I was dying earlier, you know. You're gonna be mean to someone who was dying?" He gasped. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, coon boy." I booped his nose. He swatted my hand away. "I should bite you for that." He said.

Puffy giggled.

"He looks like he's doing just fine. You can take him home now, or if you want he can just go home with us since our home is closer. Whatever he wants to do though."

"I want to see Tubbo and then ask Techno if he killed my father or not, so, Phil's home it is!" He said. "You don't have to say 'Phil's home,' you know. It's your home, too." I said. "Yeah, yeah."

He then noticed how red my shirt was, his fired blood all over it.

"Is that...my blood?" He asked. I nodded. "Ew, sorry about that." He said.

"I've got you two a change of clothes. Since your both covered in blood." Puffy said. "Thanks, ma." I replied.

"Ma?! Like, short for mum?" Tommy asked. I nodded. He thought for a moment. "Ohhh! Is this the lady who found you?" He asked. I nodded. "Ah, makes sense now." He said.

Soon after, we changed our clothes, and left.

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