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⭐️💐hospital visit 💐⭐️

Short description- Technoblade gets sick.
THIS WAS A REQUEST BY Toki_IsHere
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It started with a stomach ache.

Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing dramatic. Just a quiet groan from Technoblade as he flopped down on the couch after dinner, one hand pressed lazily to his side. Phil had ruffled his hair on the way by, not thinking much of it.

"Eat too fast?" - "Guess so." - "Drink water, you absolute gremlin," Wilbur added.

But by midnight, things changed.

Kristin found Technoblade curled on the bathroom floor, pale and shaking, cold sweat clinging to his forehead. His breath came in shallow, tight gasps. His hands were trembling. And when she knelt beside him and gently touched his arm, he jolted and let out a choked whimper.

"Phil!" she called out sharply. "Phil, something's wrong—he's burning up!"

Wilbur sat upright in bed when he heard the panic in her voice. Tommy had crawled into his room earlier because of a nightmare, and now he stirred too, clutching Wilbur's hoodie sleeve.

"What's going on?" Tommy whispered.

Wilbur didn't answer. He was already out of bed, sprinting down the hall barefoot. The moment he saw Techno on the bathroom floor, something inside him twisted and cracked. His brother—his twin—was never like this. Never weak. Never afraid. But now Technoblade looked small. Vulnerable. Like the pain had stripped all the armor off him.

"I-It really hurts," Techno gasped, his voice wrecked and quiet. "Dad—I can't—"

Phil was already dialing emergency services, his voice calm but tight. Kristin sat on the floor with Technoblade, gently brushing his hair back, whispering soothing things he probably couldn't even hear.

Wilbur stood frozen in the hallway, fists clenched, jaw tight, feeling like a ghost.

"Wilbur." Kristin's voice broke through. She looked up, eyes wide. "Go pack a bag. We're going to the hospital."

He bolted.

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The ER was a blur of harsh lights and stiff plastic chairs. Techno was rushed through the doors with Phil at his side, while Kristin sat with Wilbur and Tommy in the waiting area. Tommy was bundled up in Wilbur's hoodie, half-asleep on his lap. Wilbur's knee bounced nonstop, the motion jittery and desperate.

Kristin tried to stay calm—for them. But her hands shook every time she checked her phone, waiting for updates.

"He was fine earlier," Wilbur said, voice hollow. "He was fine."

Kristin wrapped her arms around him. "I know, sweetheart."

"He never says it hurts unless it really, really hurts. I should've—I don't know—I should've said something."

Kristin hugged him tighter. "This isn't your fault, love. None of this is."

The door creaked open. Phil stepped out, face pale and drawn, eyes shadowed with exhaustion.

"Appendicitis," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "They're prepping him for surgery."

The room felt too quiet.

Wilbur blinked. "Surgery? Like... actual surgery?"

"He's going under soon. They caught it before it ruptured, but it was close. If we waited much longer..."

He didn't finish the sentence.

Tommy sat up on Wilbur's lap, eyes wide. "Is Techno gonna die?"

Kristin inhaled sharply. "No, no, baby. The doctors are taking care of him. He's gonna be okay."

But Wilbur saw the fear in her eyes.

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The next hour crawled by like a nightmare. The kind where you're screaming, but no one hears. The hospital lights hummed. The beeping of machines behind closed doors felt like a heartbeat out of rhythm. Phil paced. Kristin whispered soothing words to Tommy.

Wilbur sat curled in the corner, staring at the wall.

He hated hospitals. Hated how small they made people look. And Techno, strong, quiet, stubborn Techno—he wasn't supposed to be the one behind those doors. It was like watching half of himself vanish behind curtains and wires and gloves.

And then finally—

The surgeon stepped in, her mask pulled down.

"He's okay."

Kristin nearly collapsed with relief. Phil's shoulders sagged.

"He's groggy, but the surgery went well. We'll keep him overnight for observation. One parent can stay in the room with him."

"I will," Phil said without hesitation.

Kristin nodded, then looked at Wilbur. "You want to see him?"

Wilbur stood up so fast his legs nearly gave out.

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The recovery room was dim, quiet but full of beeping. Techno looked even paler than before, but his breathing was steady. An IV dripped slowly beside the bed. His eyelids fluttered open just as Wilbur stepped in.

"Hey, idiot," Wilbur whispered, trying to smile.

Techno blinked sluggishly. "You cried, didn't you."

Wilbur choked out a laugh that turned into a sob. He sat beside the bed and covered his face with his hands.

"Yeah. Yeah, I cried. Like an absolute baby."

Techno gave a weak smirk. "Loser."

"I thought you were dying."

"...I thought I was too."

That broke something in Wilbur. He grabbed Techno's hand, gripping it tight, tighter than he ever had before.

"You're not allowed to scare me like that again, okay? You're my twin, man. We're supposed to be invincible together."

Techno's eyes glistened a little, and for once, he didn't tease. He just squeezed Wilbur's hand back.

Phil stood at the door quietly, watching his boys without interrupting. And when Wilbur finally leaned forward, resting his forehead against Techno's arm, Phil stepped in, placing a hand on each of their shoulders.

"You're safe," he said softly. "Both of you."

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They let Tommy visit the next morning.

He tiptoed into the room holding a handmade "GET WELL SOON" card with a stick figure that looked more like a chicken than a person, and a rainbow.

"I drew you punching the disease," he said proudly.

Techno smiled, eyes glassy. "Thanks, little man."

Tommy climbed into the bed carefully, curling up beside him. "Don't get sick again, okay? I didn't like it."

"I'll try not to."

Kristin took a photo—her three boys, all snuggled up in the hospital bed, one pale and bandaged, one with tears dried on his cheeks, and the youngest squeezed in between like glue.

And in that photo, despite the wires and the shadows, there was love.

So much love.

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This is lowkey cringe and I had some help writing it BUT HEY I tried very hard!!!! Also my apologies it was short!!