TW: PANIC ATTACKS, RACCOONINNIT
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Tommy POV:
I looked around nervously, they were all staring, why were they staring?! Wil instantly noticed my anxiety, however, he does that, and whispered something to Tubbo. Tubbo ran over and gave me a really big hug, farming 'awww's' from our friends.
"Hey Tubs!" I said, slightly quieter than my normal loud personality. I hear Wil saying something to the rest of them as Tubbo pulls away and looks at the chair, scrunching up his nose.
"This will not do! ERET!" He called out to the tall man, waiting for him as he approached us.
"Hey Tommy! What's up Tubbo?" He nodded to me, making me relieved he wasn't going to pity me or some shit.
"Do you have any more decorations?" He asked. I looked at him for a second, decorations?
"Yeah! Let me guess," He laughed, looking at the wheelchair. "You want to decorate his chair?"
"Yep!" I laughed and followed them, instantly pushing myself forward so they wouldn't try to push me. I hated that.
"Let's see what we can do!"
Wilbur POV:
I could practically feel Tommy's anxiety rising as they all stared, what's wrong with them?! I quickly bent down to Tubbo so I could break up the situation.
"Hey Tubs, I think he needs a hug right now!" I whispered, getting a smile and a nod from the shorter boy. He ran over to Tommy, hugging his best friend and breaking the tension. I turned to the others as Tubbo called Eret over and talked about decorations.
"Alright, first!" I start, gaining their attention. "No pitying him, we all know Tommy and how badly that will go. Second, come to me for medical questions, he doesn't like talking about it. Third, don't leave him alone for too long, he tends to get anxious now." I glance around at their faces, a mix of sadness and pity. Damnit, listen people!
"Wil is it," Quackity starts, trailing off. "Permanent?" I suck in a deep breath.
"Yes, it seems to be."
Technoblade POV:
I do not pity Tommy, that is not going to help. But it hurts. It hurts to see the boy I secretly consider my little brother paralyzed. Permanently.
"Anything else?" I give Wil a look letting him know I'll talk to him in a second. I wait as the people clear out and then approach him, attempting to keep my face clear of emotion.
"Wilbur," I say, greeting him in my usual monotone voice.
"Techno, glad you came!" He says, making me snort. More like Dream practically dragged me here, but whatever. "What's up?"
"Is Tommy on any medication?" He looked at me surprised, and most likely confused.
"Uh, yeah? Why?"
"Wilbur," I say slowly, hoping I'm wrong. "Is he at any risk of death?"
"I-I don't know," He admits, scaring me. I shouldn't be scared. I'm Technoblade.
"Wilbur," I say quietly, letting the emotion show for the first time in a while. "Why did he want Tubbo to join early?"
"You don't think?!" He pales, sounding panicked.
"Tommy thinks he's going to die."
[Short chapter, sorry! Plot stuff isn't working so I needed some time. Bai!]
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