A Step By Step Guide To Mortality

Officially Unofficial Brothers

Wilbur tugs back the blue hospital curtain, watching as a car screeches into the parking lot, swerving into two parking spaces and stopping.

Oh. God .

Had time really passed that fast? It had only been, what, 5- 10 minutes since he called Phil.

"Phils here." Wilbur sucks in a breath and looks over to the hospital bed. Techno groans loudly, stirring from the bed and pulling himself up slightly with a wince. He cranes his neck to see outside of the window and swears silently.

"Do you think we should get another hospital bed set up for him?" Techno jokes, hand tangled in a mess of the blue sheet on top of him.

"I don't know if he'll make it to the room without having a heart attack." Wilbur shrugs, biting his lip as he watches a blond man race through the car park. He slams the door to his car shut and runs inside.

Any minute now, Phil would be bounding through those doors to check on his boys. Admittedly, Wilbur shouldn't have hung up immediately after telling Phil they were in hospital but he needed to support Techno more than Phil.

"I estimate... ehhh, 50 seconds before he makes it." Wilbur hums, closing the curtain and strolling across the room to take a seat next to Tommy. The chair groans under Wilbur's weight, awkwardly adding noise to the stony silence.

Tommy hasn't said anything to Wilbur since he fought Dream.

It's understandable to a point. Wilbur was a little heated in the moment, to say the least. But it's not like Wilbur did anything wrong . Dream deserved it.

Maybe Tommy was just stressed over this whole thing.

Techno wheezes, "50 seconds? Why so long?" coughing in laughter and recoiling in pain as his body spasms. He leans his face into his arm for a moment before relaxing back down. The sight of Techno grimacing is enough to put Wilbur on edge.

"Stairs." He says plainly, watching Techno cautiously.

"Personally, I don't think that'll stop him."

"He's old."

"True."

To nobody's surprise, it only took a few moments to hear the man thundering down the hall.

"Shit." Techno whispers under his breath, head melting into the hospital pillow.

Shoes screech to a stop outside of the room and Wilbur exchanges a glance with Techno who raises a knowing eyebrow weakly.

There's a pause that seems to last a lifetime. Wilbur shuffles to the edge of his seat, debating on standing up to invite Phil in. Just as Wilbur goes to break the silence, the door slams open. Phil's wild eyes meet Wilbur's first and he feels a surge of anxiety.

"You." Phil hisses, eyes narrowing. His hair is windswept back, splayed in wild directions. "You hung up on me."