Crimeboys [dsmp au]

chapter seven

Wilbur woke up with a headache and dried tears on his cheek. He didn't need to look in a mirror to confirm that he already looked like crap. Wilbur was still sitting on the ground. When he stood up the world became dizzy. 

"Fuck." Wilbur grunted. Wilbur squinted around for his glasses. Wilbur's search for his glasses led him to his bedside table. As he put the pair of glasses on the world began to focus. His headache still throbbed. With a deep sigh Wilbur made his way downstairs. Wilbur's steps were slow and unsteady. The smell of  breakfast wafted in the kitchen. Wilbur didn't have an appetite. Wilbur found Phil preparing food, a concerned look on his face.

"Morning Wilbur." Phil greeted, noticing Wilbur's disheveled appearance. "How you feeling?" Wilbur forced a smile,

"Not great."  Wilbur sighed. 

Phil nodded, "Maybe you should just take it easy today." 

"Yeah, yeah. I will don't worry." Wilbur said as he combed his hair using his hand. Suddenly Tommy walked into the kitchen with his backpack in hand. 

"Whatcha cookin Phil?" Tommy's cheerful interruption brought a brief distraction to the somber atmosphere. Phil glanced at Wilbur, concern was evident in his eyes. Phil turned his attention back to Tommy.

"Just some scrambled eggs." Phil replied with a smile on his face to maintain a sense of normalcy for Tommy's sake.

"You hungry Will?" Phil asked the brunnette.

"No." Wilbur said as he leaned against the kitchen counter. Phil started to plate the breakfast for Tommy. 

"Thanks, Phil," Tommy said, taking a seat at the table and digging into his food with gusto. Throughout breakfast, Tommy kept shooting concerned glances at Wilbur, silently offering support. Wilbur ignored Tommy, something the boy usually didn't do.

"Will," he greeted, concern evident in his voice. "You okay? You look like you got hit by a bus."

Wilbur managed a weak chuckle. "Just a bit under the weather, I think."

Tommy grabbed his bag and Wilbur did the same. The two headed out the door. 

The world was still spinning for Wilbur. He kept his eyes on Tommy who was walking a head of him. He used Tommy as a guide. As they walked to school, Wilbur struggled to keep up with Tommy's brisk pace. The pounding in his head intensified with each step, and he felt like he was walking through a fog. Tommy glanced back at him several times, his concern evident, but Wilbur waved him off. 

Once the two boys arrived at school, Wilbur leaned against the nearest wall, he tried to steady himself as the world spun around him. Tommy hovered nearby, unwilling to leave his brother's side despite Wilbur's attempts to brush him off. Tommy was still angry about the day before but he couldn't just let his brother suffer as he watched. Tommy was too loyal for that.

"Hey, Wil," Tommy said softly, placing a hand on Wilbur's shoulder. Wilbur flinched away from Tommy. Tommy burrowed his eyebrows and sighed. "Maybe you should go see the nurse. You don't look so good." 

Wilbur shook his head stubbornly. "I'll be alright, Tommy. You go ahead to class. I'm fine." Wilbur spat.

Reluctantly, Tommy nodded and headed off to class, casting one last worried glance over his shoulder at Wilbur. Left alone, Wilbur took a deep breath and tried to steady himself before slowly making his way towards Quackity and Techno waiting for him near the entrance of the classroom. 

A/N

lmao happy valentine's day sorry for the delay of chapter. more coming soon :D