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"...bur...Hey, can...hear me?" An echoey voice entered his head, making him let out a weak groan. His entire body ached and he grimaced at each poke and prod he received from an unknown hand. "Wilbur." The Prince was snapped from his half-asleep state buy a firm voice. "Oh, thank the gods you're awake..." The person sighed with relief.

The brunette slowly opened his eyes, gazing around the semi-lit room. "Quack...ity?" He attempted, wincing at how his throat burned when he talked.

"I'm here..." A warm hand closed around his. "You gave me a real scare there, Wil..." Quackity gave his hand a soft squeeze of reassurance.

Everything felt cold despite the warmth from Quackity's hand and the pile of blankets on top of him. "I'm so....so c-cold..." He coughed out.

"I know, I know..." The ravenette whispered, running his thumb along Wilbur's knuckles. "Do you need more blankets?" He stood up, ready to walk off, but before he could Wilbur pulled him closer using the strength he had, then the brunettes arm snaked around his waist.

"Don't leave..." He mumbled, his voice carrying a soft whimper as if he were afraid.

"Okay..." Quackity initially hesitated, but he slowly relaxed. "Okay, I won't leave you." The shorter Prince rubbed his head softly, brushing his curls out of his eyes. "Do you want me to lay with you?" When Wilbur gave a small nod, Quackity gently pulled the blankets back some and crawled in beside him, pulling him close so that the brunettes head rested on his chest.

Wilbur squirmed around a bit, getting comfortable. He let out a breath of relief once he did, enjoying the warmth that radiated from the other man. "Thank you..." His voice quivered.

"No need to thank me, Wil...simply just doing my job as your loyal servant and friend." He gave a soft giggle, brushing his finger along the tip of Wilbur's nose teasingly.

"You...you save me, didn't you?" He whispered meekly. Wilbur wrapped his arm around Quackity's waist and snuggled closer to him, giving his mind an excuse that it was just for warmth. Nothing else. He tried to push away the fuzzy feeling that felt whenever he was around the shorter Prince. It didn't matter. It wasn't anything. It didn't mean anything. It was just nerves.

"Yeah, you were in pretty rough shape...do you remember anything?" Quackity questioned gently.

"Yeah...I do..."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

...Wilbur tried to fight against the hand that was holding onto this hair. This wasn't fair! He didn't deserve this! What did he do wrong! The hand on his wing tightened, making him gasp and suck in a lung full of water. When his Father pulled him back up, he choked out the water he had inhaled. "P-please...I won't say anything..." He weakly grabbed at his hand.

"Bullshit, you'll tell your little boyfriend everything." The blonde tightened his grip, eliciting a pained whimper from the weakened Prince. "If you say anything to anyone...I will kill you. I don't care if you're my son or not." His Father pushed him back into the water, but he let go...

"N-no...No, I cant- he'll- he'll kill you- me-" he choked out, trembling as his mind threw the memory back at him.

...He slowly turned around, meeting the cold blue eyes of the King. "Fath-" blinding pain shot through the side of his face, making him stumble to the ground with a weak cry. Then a pair of hands yanked at his wing, dragging him backwards...

Wilbur coughed and gasped for air as warm tears spilled down his face, he could hear Quackity frantically trying to calm him. But it wasn't working.

...He could feel himself weakening at each passing moment but he refused to give up, he tried in vain to get away...

Quackity had both of his hands on the sides of Wilbur's face, trying to reassure him that he was okay.

...He let out small whimpers every time his body fell to the next step, he could tell that bruises were already blossoming across his body from the sheer impact and repetitiveness of it...

But Wilbur wasn't okay. He was never okay.

...His entire body burned with fiery hot agony, and yet goosebumps decorated his exposed skin...

"He tried to drown me!" He hollered out, his entire body shaking with renewed pain.

"Who's 'He'? Wilbur, who is 'He'!?" Quackity's grip tightened slightly.

"My Father!"

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Pain spiked through his body as Quackity carefully picked out the old and damaged feathers from his wings. It had been about a day since the incident and his wings were still aching badly, but the pain in the rest of his body had dulled down.

Quackity mumbled a small apology every time Wilbur winced, he could tell that the shorter Prince was extremely hesitant and he couldn't blame him. He was surprised that Quackity hadn't gone off and tried to kill the King, but he evidently held back on account of Wilbur making him promise not to.

"Just a few more...he messed some of these up pretty bad..." Quackity sighed, gently pushing back a few out-of-place feathers. Once he was done he pulled Wilbur into his lap carefully, laying down with the brunette basically on top of him.

"Thanks, Q..." Wilbur yawned softly as the ravenette played with his hair. He appreciated the calm quiet that was able to be held up between them, it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. It felt nice.

Wilbur wished it could stay like this the entire time.

But the universe was cruel.

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