Silence makes me safe.(tommyinnit adoption au)

||9|| nononono...

Wilbur's POV:

My heart stopped.

Tommy lay on the floor, his wings sprawled out, blood pooling around him. The sight hit me like a train, freezing me in place.
His skin was pale. too pale—and the faint rise and fall of his chest was barely noticeable.

There was a blade near his hand, covered in the same dark red staining his arms.

For a second, I couldn't breathe. My entire world shrank to just him.
Tommy, bleeding out on the floor, slipping away from me.
I dropped to my knees beside him, hands shaking, pressing against the cuts, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Tommy... no, no, no," I whispered, panic rising in my chest. "Come on, stay with me. You can't leave, you hear me?"

I fumbled for my phone, my fingers slipping over the screen as I dialed the first name that came to mind. Tommy's friend, and my classmate: Tubbo.
He barely knew Tommy, but I didn't know who else to call.
Tubbo's voice came through after a couple of rings, but I barely registered his words.

"Tubbo, I need you to come now. I don't know what to do. Tommy—he's... it's bad." My voice cracked, the weight of the situation bearing down on me.

I hung up before Tubbo could respond, my focus snapping back to Tommy.
His breathing was so faint, his skin cold under my trembling hands.

I pressed down harder on his arms, blood seeping through my fingers.

"Please, please stay with me." I begged

I didn't even hear Tubbo arrive, but suddenly he was there, standing in the doorway, his face going pale as he took in the scene.
He froze, eyes wide in horror, his phone slipping from his hand to the floor with a thud.

Tubbo's POV:

My phone rang in my pocket, I picked it up, Wilbur USALLY only calls when he needs help with his class work, even though he's older then me, he's been held back a bit..

"Tubbo, I need you to come now. I don't know what to do. Tommy—he's... it's bad."
the urgency in Wilbur's message made my stomach twist

I barely knew Tommy. We'd met a few times, and every interaction felt awkward, like trying to talk to someone who was barely there.
But there was something in Wilbur's words that scared me.
a weight that made me move faster than I ever thought I could.

I pushed through the front door and rushed down the hallway.
The house was too quiet, like the silence was pressing down on me.
My heart raced, each step heavier than the last.
The door to Tommy's room was open, and the smell that hit me as I stepped inside made my stomach turn.

Blood.

I froze in the doorway, my eyes landing on the scene in front of me.
Wilbur was kneeling beside Tommy, his hands covered in blood as he pressed against Tommy's arms.
Tommy lay there, barely breathing, his wings limp, feathers stained even more red.

For a second, I couldn't move. It looked like a murder scene. My mind couldn't wrap around what I was seeing.
how much blood there was, how lifeless Tommy looked.

My breath caught in my throat, and I stumbled forward, dropping to my knees next to Wilbur. "Oh my god... Wilbur, what—what do we do?" My voice trembled as I stared at Tommy's pale face, his chest barely rising and falling.

"I don't know," Wilbur's voice was tight, panicked. "I called you—I didn't know what else to do. He's losing so much blood. We need to stop it. We need... we need to help him."

I didn't know what to say. I wasn't prepared for this. Tommy wasn't someone I knew well, but seeing him like this, so vulnerable, so close to death—it broke something in me. I grabbed the towel from Tommy's desk, pressing it hard against one of his arms.

"Stay with us, Tommy," I whispered, my voice shaky. "Please."

Wilbur's hands were trembling as he pressed down on the other cuts, his face pale, his eyes wide and full of fear. The weight of the moment crashed down on me—if we didn't do something, Tommy wouldn't make it.

"We need help," I muttered, fumbling for my phone again. "We need to call someone. Phil—Phil will know what to do."

Wilbur nodded, still pressing against Tommy's arm. I dialed Phil's number, my hands shaking as I held the phone to my ear.

The line rang and rang, each second stretching longer than the last until finally, Phil picked up.

"Phil, it's Tommy," I blurted, my voice barely holding together. "He's hurt—bad. You need to come now. I don't know how much time we have."

Phil's voice on the other end went cold, his usual calm gone. "I'm on my way."

I hung up and turned back to Tommy, pressing harder against the towel, trying to slow the bleeding. Wilbur looked at me, his eyes glassy, like he was on the verge of breaking down. We both were.

"Phil's coming," I told him, though my own voice didn't sound convincing. "He'll know what to do."

But deep down, I wasn't sure. Tommy's breaths were coming slower now, his skin almost translucent under the harsh light. Time seemed to blur, and every second felt like it was slipping through our fingers.

Phil's POV:

The call came in fast. I didn't even hear the details.
just the tone in Tubbo's voice was enough. My stomach dropped.
Tommy.
Something had happened, and I couldn't lose a second.

I didn't stop to think.
I grabbed the first aid kit and ran to the car, driving like a madman, the streets blurring as I sped toward the house.
My mind raced.
Tommy... I couldn't lose him.
Not like this.

When I burst through the door, the scene that greeted me was enough to make my heart stop.
Wilbur and Tubbo were kneeling beside Tommy, their hands stained with blood. Tommy lay there, barely moving, his wings limp on the floor, blood pooling beneath him.

I didn't need to be told what was happening.