Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI) (Book 2)

Some Stories Have To End (Tommy)(2/?)

Wilbur POV

The brunette ran a hand through his hair, trying to process what Tommy's mom said. A seizure. How could Tommy have a seizure? He was only a kid, just about to make his way in the world. But the more Wilbur thought about it, the more he realized how much time had truly passed. 

Tommy was hardly a kid anymore. Even if he still seemed like it in Wilbur's eyes. Shaking his head, he couldn't help but feel guilty. Maybe if he had called him more, kept a closer eye on him. Maybe then this would never have happened. If something were to happen-

"Wilbur, stop."

The man nearly jumped out of his skin at the familiar voice of Techno. Glancing back towards his computer, he had completely forgotten that he was still on a call. He couldn't help but be confused at the other's words. "Stop what?"

"Blaming yourself," the creak of a chair echoed through the call as Techno rambled on. "You always do this every time something happens to Tommy. You should have called him more. You should have kept a closer eye on him. You should never have gone so far." Wilbur rolled his eyes, hating that Techno was right. Why did he always have to be right? "How about instead of that, you tell us exactly what Tommy's mom told you?"

Wilbur paused, almost wishing he could just end the call now. But he knew he had to put his pride aside and ease his friends' worry. Closing his eyes, he allowed the words to flow from his mouth. The less he thought about them, the less he would have to relive the feeling. "He was having a seizure... He was completely unresponsive. Tommy's mom called an ambulance and he's being rushed to the hospital." He swallowed, "She told me she would call when she had any news."

There was frantic typing coming from Techno's side, followed by a few loud clicks. The man cleared his throat before declaring, "Well I have to go. Bye-"

"What happened to staying up until midnight like we always do?" Phil inquired.

Techno paused for a moment. He knew he didn't have to say the reason out loud. He groaned, confessing, "What do you want me to say? We all have a soft spot for the kid!"

Phil laughed, followed by Wilbur. "Well? When does your flight leave?"

"Four hours."

"Better get going then," Phil said, the sound of keys following his voice. "I'll see you there." Techno didn't need to be told twice. He quickly left the call. Phil turned back to his monitor. "I shouldn't be too far behind you, Wil. I meet you there."

Wilbur nodded, "It's only fifteen minutes away." He thought for a moment, "I should have left sooner." A rush of emotions filled his heart. How could he have been so stupid? Tommy couldn't wait. He needed him now.

"No use regretting it. Leave now," Phil instructed, "I'll see you there." And he left the call following the same sound as Techno.

Wilbur was about to click off the call when he paused, noticing Tommy's profile was still present. When everything had happened, Tommy's mom had forgotten to disconnect. Of course, she had more important things to worry about. Just thinking about the worry in her voice was enough to fill Wilbur's stomach with anxiety. 

He pondered for a moment before removing Tommy from the call. He didn't want the constant reminder of what had happened and he didn't want Tommy's parents to have to worry about it. Besides, Tommy would rejoin again.

Then, grabbing his keys and shutting down his computer, he headed out to see his little brother. With no plans of coming home until he did.

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The moment Wilbur stepped foot into the hospital, a sickening feeling sunk in his stomach. The white walls and tile floors were enough to make him want to puke. But he pushed through it, focusing his vision on the receptionist. The kind lady smiled up at him, a look of sympathy sparkling in her brown eyes.

"Name?"

"Thomas Simons." The name felt bitter on his tongue. Tommy had always hated being called Thomas, complaining that it felt too formal. Like there was an expectation with every sentence with his name in it. Tommy fit his personality much better, always adding to his playfulness. 

The lady typed into her computer, scrolling through the hundreds of names. She adjusted her glasses before speaking. "Room 212."

Wilbur was about to rush towards the elevator when he paused. Turning back to the receptionist, he asked, "Is there... any news on his condition?"

Again, her eyes fell back to the screen before she shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. They're still running tests."

The brunette nodded, accepting the answer before moving back towards the elevator. The floors went by quickly and before he knew it, he was standing outside the room. He paused, having already checked the number twice to make sure it was correct. Taking a deep breath, he slowly opened the door.

Wilbur quickly became aware of a voice uttering a word that made his heart shatter.

"-sorry. Your son has cancer."

And just like that, Wilbur's world came crashing down.

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