chapter thirty-two

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KARL POV

I woke up, a slight headache plaguing my mind. I was then reminded of everything that happened earlier today due to Wilbur pacing in front of me.

He was waving around his hands, probably stimming, with Tommy trying to follow him around and talk some sense into him.

"C'mon, big man, I love her too but she's fine-" Tommy repeated, though being cut off about halfway through.

"No, no, you don't get it. You don't live here like how I love her!" Wil shot back. "I have known ber since we were nineteen, been her best friend since she was nineteen, lived with them at twenty one, and began to help them out with their mental health, which I hadn't even known was declining, since we were twenty three."

Tommy froze for a few moments. Wil continued to pace, though not being followed by the kid this time.

"So fucking excuse me if I'm worried about my partner who just tried to fucking hang themself from the ceiling of our fucking bedroom!" The taller finished, collapsing into an arm chair.

"You're right. I may not get it like you do, but she's like my older sibling that I never really had. So, I may not love her in some sort of romantic way but I love her like a brother would love their sibling. So you fucking excuse me." Tommy shot back. Karl just wanted to go to sleep, but he was too awake. He didn't want to go back to sleep either. Not when there was potential information on how Y/n's doing.

"Er, right. Sorry, mate. I'm just super fucking worried. They've stopped eating again and refuse to get out of bed." Wil informed Tommy.

I watched through my lashes as Tommy jolted upwards, not standing, but sitting much farther up than when he had his elbows on his knees and watched Wilbur speak while holding his head in his hands.

"Not even Mac and cheese?" Tommy inquired. His bright red hoodie had rested evenly when he jumped up. He then continued to pull up the sleeves of his jacket to his elbows. I don't think I've ever seen Wilbur or Tommy this stressed.

After about two minute of silence, I decided to feign waking up from the sofa. Quackity and Sap were both still snuggling and I was still laying on their laps as if I were a toddler falling asleep while the couple drifted off against each other.

I pulled a fake yawn and slightly opened my eyes. Tommy looked over at where I was slowly 'waking,' but Wil wouldn't stop looking back and forth between the front door and the stairs.

"Sleep well?" Tommy asked before he looked at the floor, waiting for my answer.

"Not really." I replied, honestly, slowly sitting up in an attempt to not wake the two sleeping boys. I slowly slid off of them and into the floor, so not to wake them when I sat against the back of the couch.

"That sucks." Tommy acknowledged, probably just trying to keep the conversation up.

"I sorta expected it. With everything going on, I mean." I responded, my headache slowly getting worse. Such a stupid thing to worry about right now, though.

"Yeah. I tried to take a nap a few hours ago but I just couldn't. Too scared something would happen again." Tommy added. I was trying hard to not feel my headache, but God, I needed some Ibuprofen or something.

"Will you excuse me for a few seconds? I have to find some medicine or something." I muttered, stammering a bit.

Tommy nodded and looked at the stairs with Wil.

I sat up, half jogging to the bathroom. Once I got in, a shut the door. And grabbed my head. Lord, it hurt.

I managed to open up the cabinets underneath the sink and rummage through some containers that were shoved in with no care in the world.

It took a few tries, but I eventually opened one of the drawers that was filled with bottles of Ibuprofen. I grabbed one and took two, knowing that one wouldn't cut it. Plus, it's not like I'm going to overdose on two ibuprofens.

I went back out to find Tommy gone. I could hear him thudding up the stairs, so it's not like I didn't know where he was. Likely checking on Y/n. Lord I hope they're alright.

A/n: OMG IM SO SORRY I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO WRITE OVER BREAK ANYWAYS TAKE THIS IK IT NOT MUCH BUT IM SO SO SORRY

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