Distance Till Home ~ SBI Adoption AU

C5: Could this get any worse?

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[TWs; Swearing (Obviously), mentions of sickness, mentions of medicine, mention of pills, touch starved???, anxiety, panic attack, mentions of wanting death, Suicide attempt, near death experience, panic, mention of past suicide attempts, mentions of abuse, mentions of past abuse, razor blade, blood, drowning, and self-harm. If I missed any, please let me know!]

Wilbur woke up to voices talking softly near him. He knew it was his father and his older brother by the soft tones. They were speaking about Tommy? Maybe? He wasn't quite sure. He decided to keep his eyes shut and pretend to still be asleep, I mean, it wouldn't hurt to eavesdrop. They won't even know! I'm a great actor after all.

"I just feel bad for the damned kid, Dad," Techno spoke softly, although his monotone voice was still noticeable. He heard someone inhale, he assumed it was his father. "His file is fucked up, the system is fucked up. He shouldn't have had to go through so many shitty households and group homes." Techno's voice raised slightly.

Oh, they must've read his file while I was asleep, wait, when the fuck did I fall asleep? Wilbur didn't remember falling asleep. He didn't remember going to his room. Why are Dad and Tech in my room anyways?

Wilbur then slowly started to remember what had happened earlier on? Last night? Wilbur had no clue what time it was.

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Wilbur was walking down the hallway carrying his foster brother, Tommy. The poor kid had woken up feeling unwell, so his Dad had reluctantly allowed Wilbur to stay home and take care of him while he took Techno to therapy and then went grocery shopping.

Everything had been going alright, Wilbur had gotten Tommy to speak with him and take medicine, that was a good sign. He seemed to be beginning to trust Wilbur and his Dad, he hadn't really been too keen on Techno, at least not yet, Wilbur was sure they would start bonding sooner or later.

Wilbur had been leading Tommy downstairs to come watch tv with him, as the lonely boy didn't want to be alone. He had even called Wilbur, Wilby, a common nickname he hadn't heard in years, not since the incident.

Wilbur inhaled sharply and shook his head, as if to shake the memory away. He did not need to start rethinking the past and have an episode in front of Tommy. He didn't need to see Wilbur breakdown. He didn't need to see anything else bad happen. He didn't care that the boy was asleep, he would not cry near him. I don't even cry near Dad or Techno.

Wilbur wanted to do nothing more than protect his younger brother from anything else that would be traumatic or sad. He just wanted Tommy to be a happy kid, he was only ten-years-old, he deserves so much more than he has gotten. Him and his father and brother were going to make sure he never had to go back into the horrid system ever again.

Wilbur realized he was tearing up, he quickly blinked them away, he glanced down at Tommy, whose breathing was slowed down. He fell asleep. Wilbur couldn't help but smile down at the young boy. I barely know you, but I love you, you will always be my little brother.

Wilbur finally made it into the living room, he laid Tommy on the couch and grabbed a fluffy lilac-colored blanket, which was draped off the back of their huge wrap-around couch, and laid it over Tommy.

He looked at Tommy for a moment, making sure he was fully asleep, before walking out of the room and heading to the kitchen to get a couple bottles of water.

When Wilbur returned to the living room with two bottles of water, one for him and one for his brother, Tommy was passed out on his side, curled into a tiny ball, His hair the only thing visible from the blanket he was under.