At his mercy

Ch.8 Returning Home

"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!?" Niki screamed in anger.

Bad hurried over trying to calm the situation "he is our prisoner... Besides its To-"

"I DONT CARE BAD" Niki was fuming "You know just as well what he has done! He is not the Tommy i know, he is not the friend i once had."

Tommy scuffed with annoyed look on his face looking down or really anywhere ro avoid eye contact or people seeing his face "Its not like i dont wanna be here either."

"LOOK AT HIM" Niki continued to protest "HE DOSENT FEEL ANY REMORSE AT ALL. I DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT YOU ARE NOT TOMMY!"

Wilbur softly bumped his fist against Tommys head "hey we talked about this... Could you at least try? If you join us Dreams side would be weaker, we could have better odds."

"You have no idea what you're talking about..." Tommy mumbled but Nikki heard him.

"You weren't even here Wilbur. You haven't seen any of the terror!" Nikki turmed around and attended some other wounded people with them in the room.

Bad lead the two brothers to the back of the med station away from the other people of which most of them ignored Tommy.
It was as if they didnt wanna acknowledge his presence.
Tommy didn't care he didnt wanna be there either.

"So..." Bad started trying to stay patient "can you show me your injurys so i can help you?" Bad hat a weak smile on his face but despite that he seemed sad.

For a secound Tommy felt bad but mumbled "...i dont need help."

Wilbur scruffeld his hair and started talking for him "lets start with his face, anything we can still do for the older wounds? We also noticed he has a bunch of bandages on his arms but refuses to show anyone"

Bad thought for a second "The scars in his face are pretty old but some regeneration cream will surely make them less visible"

Tommy look sheepishly up at Bad relieved about the just said.
Bad reached for Tommys arms.
Tommy jumped back holding his arms across his chest.
A few people started eyeing the commotion, Tommy was never this scared and jumpy before, he also seemed to flinch at the slightest touch.

"Its ok Tommy." Bad reassured him "i only wanna help, noone is getting hurt, i promise."

Tommy slowly revieled one of his arms taking of the dirty bandages reveling a horrific sight;
Tommy arms up to his elbows were missing most of his skin, they were raw and his flesh was revield in many piece's. The skin was burned off, cutted, Etched away and peeled of everywhere.

Bads eyes widdend but he tried to appear calm "alr, thanks Tommy, alright we can-"
"Jesus Christ." Wilbur interrupted after a few seconds of being shocked.
"IM GONNA FUCKING KILL THAT. BASTARD." Wilbur yelled.

Now everyone was looking at them, Tommy was about to back up into the corner and hide his arms under the dirty bandages again but Bad stopped him.

"Whoa hey, Tommy its ok- you get new bandages please dont put those on again." Bad was very patient with Tommy, the treatment took longer than expected. Aside his face and his arms Tommy had many more fresh and old infacted wounds.
They made the horrific realisation that most of them, infact the least were actually cause by fighting, but by tourture, obviously by Dream.

His ears were chipped, his leggs had only a few stab wounds but one of his toes had broken at one point and healed in all the wrong ways, he had carvings in his neck and on his back, scratches and black and blue spots everywhere.
Bad was exhausted and mentally stressed from bandaging, stitching, etc countless wounds....