Loss for Words.

part 5

Bim and Wilford were on the couch, the show host keeping him company as the pink ego stared off, finally calming down a bit but that didn't stop a few tears to slide down his cheeks. He had a pink blanket wrapped over his shoulders, holding it tightly with one hand. 

Eric, Yan, and Randal surrounded him, hugging their papa close, trying to comfort him, which was working.

"W-we're so s-sorry papa," Eric whispered, looking up at Wilford with regret.

Wilford blinked, before signing. "Sorry?"

"We should have asked what was going on." Yan finished, looking down in regret. "We knew something was up and yet we didn't ask."

"We thought you needed some time alone." Randal began, taking his hard hat off. "Turns out you need us and we weren't there-."

Wilford shook his head, sitting up, getting their attention. "None of this is your fault. You couldn't have possibly known... I should of told-." He paused, looking down at his hands. "Signed to you." He then placed his hand on his neck.

Eric watched as he stared ahead, sadness in his eyes, still holding his neck. He waited a second before reaching up and taking his hand from his neck and holding it in his, noticing as Wilford stared at him. He gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't-don't worry papa... we'll g-get your voice b-back."

"That's right." Bim grinned, patting his shoulder. "We'll help you through this."

Wilford stared at the smiling caring faces of the kids and Bim, causing him to smile, giving them a nod, gently squeezing Eric's hand.

Jamie watched Wilford from the doorway of the kitchen, happy that he was smiling. He then slowly turned to Dark who was on the phone.

"Yes, he's been like this for two weeks." Dark sighed, pacing the kitchen. "No, no none of this is your fault it was Dr. Iplier, Bing, and Google's doing." He growled the last name, before listening to the other speak. "You'll come...?" Dark's face hardened slightly,  turning to Jamie. "Oh, he did?... uh-huh... I see.... you can come tomorrow it's too late now. Thank you, Marv. See you then." Dark hung up his phone, slowly walking over to Jamie, crossing his arms, noticing as the ego sighs, squinting his eyes shut. "That was Marvin... he told me that you told him not to pick you up yet... does it have something to do with Wilford?" He watched as he gave him a nod. "So you've known about this whole situation the entire time!?"

"I'm not going to deny it Dark." Jamie signed avoiding his gaze. "I have known since it happened."

"And you didn't say anything?!" Dark snapped, watching as he flinched. "You let Wilford suffer for these two weeks in silence-."

"DO YOU THINK I WANTED THAT?!" The dapper ego signed harshly, watching as Dark stared at him in slight shock and anger. "DO YOU THINK I WANT ONE OF MY OLDEST FRIENDS TO SUFFER LIKE THAT?!... I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LIVE A LIFE IN SILENCE AND I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO ENDURE THAT HELL,  ESPECIALLY HIM!" He pointed to Wil, before huffing.  "Why did you think I stayed?... I wanted to help him through this-."

"Why didn't you tell me!?" Dark growled, his eyes turning black, watching as Jamie's stern look wavered his mustache drooping. "WHY WOULD YOU KEEP IT FROM ME?!" He stepped forward, watching as Jamie pressed his back against the wall, turning his head as he squints his eyes shut shaking. "I'M HIS BOYFRIEND! YOU SHOULD OF CAME TO ME! SO WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YO-." Dark froze, slowly looking down at the silent ego's throat. It was covered in bruises... like someone wrapped their hands around his throat and-.

Dark's eyes slowly turned back to normal, his features softening the longer he looked at Jamie who was trembling, tears streaming down his face. "Jamie?..." Dark slowly reached up, brushing his fingers over his neck. "What happ-?"