Foolish POV:
Foolish ran, screaming towards the stretcher, his sister's name filling his mind. Again and again he yelled to her, desperate for some form of response.
He skidded to a stop, barely avoiding knocking into the stretcher.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER!?" He screamed, reaching towards her face, wanting to get the paint off of it.
"Stand back, stand back please!" The paramedic snapped, pulling Foolish away.
"That's my sister! Please that's my sister!"
Foolish couldn't help but notice screams thatt matched his well. Wilbur's screams to be closer to his brother, but for all Foolish could do, leaving Finley was not something he would ever do again.
"They are giving her adrenaline and CPR, she'll be ok, but you need to stand back, let them do their work," The paramedic explained and Foolish sagged, no longer fighting. He crumpled to the floor, tears streaming down his face, mumbling his sister's name. She had to be ok. She had to be ok. She was just a kid! Just a tiny little kid! Who would do this to her!? How had he not known!?
"Foolish?" A timid voice asked, causing Foolish's haze to snap up and meet a kid- Tommy's age- blood smeared on his face and covering his knuckles. This kid better not have hurt Finley.
"You're Foolish?" The boy asked, seeming desperate for Foolish to agree. He nodded, confused as to what the boy wanted. "We're safe... you came... she was right..."
The boy seemed to crumple at the wait of his own insanely complicated words. Foolish had no idea what the boy meant, but he just turned his attention back to his sister. His fragile little sister with her limp body and neck burned in a horrible way. What had they done to her?
Suddenly she let out a gasp, and the paramedic stepped back for a second. Foolish didn't hesitate, taking advantage of his chance he surged forward. He gripped Finley's hand in his, positioning himself so she would be able to see him.
"Finley I'm here, I'm here Fin, I'm here, you're ok, you're going to be ok, I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry," Foolish rambled, desperate to explain himself, to apologise, and to comfort her all at once. Finley just smiled softly up at him.
"I knew you would come," She mumbled, her voice raspy and quiet, but her eyes showing her complete faith in him.
"We have to get her to hospital, please step back," A paramedic instructed, and this time, reassured that his sister knew he was here, Foolish stepped back, letting them take her away and towards safety.
He turned to the blood covered boy, hoping he could explain what was going on, what had happened to Finley.
"They electrocuted her..." The boy mumbled, as though hearing Foolish's silent plea, "I tried to keep her safe, taught her how to defend herself, made sure she did everything they asked, they've never put a collar on her before, why did they put a collar on her?"
Foolish moved to hold the shaking boy, instincts kicking in. He was just a kid. Just a small kid covered in blood and sobbing. So, Foolish ignored the blood that would cost him and he just pulled the kid into a hug.
"It's going to be ok, what's your name?"
"I'm Freddie..." The boy mumbled softly, "Finley said you were coming... I didn't believe her... I'm sorry..."
"Hey, hey it's ok, you are not to blame, I.. I didn't know she was here... they told me she was safe and happy..."
"Not without you. She missed you like hell. Please, be there when she wakes up properly."
"We're you her friend?" Foolish asked and the kid- after a few moments hesitation- nodded. Foolish squeezed the boy's hand, "Then you should be there too, let's get you cleaned up, ok?"
There were so many kids scattered around, some still clearly nervous or upset or afraid, others confused, others unconscious, others injured, but there was only so much Foolish could do, and for now, helping this kid out would have to be enough.
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Foolish couldn't keep track of what happened over the next few hours, everything went too fast to focus on anything. He had helped the kid get the blood of his face and hands, revealing the minimal actual injuries, just hands that needed to be bandaged up. The kid said something about a rebellion, fighting back, and that the blood was mostly that of the one who had hurt Finley.
Foolish didn't know how to feel about that, didn't even know what he was feeling. It felt wrong to hurt someone no matter what, not even as revenge... but he had seen Finley's lifeless body, and known he had been close to saying goodbye. Would he hold back against the person who did that? No, probably not.
The police, firemen- which Eret directed towards Conner- and paramedics swarmed around, each with different roles to play.
The police came and went, bringing out cuffed adults, some with masks resting above the top of their heads, and others who wore no mask currently but clearly was one of them.
The paramedics seem to bring out an endless supply of stretchers, going in empty and finding kids to fill them and bringing it out.
Sometimes they were with the police, the monsters who ran this place cuffed to the stretcher, still permitted medical care, but not allowed to leave.
Finally Conner's body- while rolled out on a stretcher- came out of the building. It wasn't great, but the fact that his head wasn't covered meant that the kid was still alive and that was... well it was a lot.
He was followed by another stretcher, this one holding a girl, also Tommy's age, who Foolish could swear looked somewhat like the boy, but no, that made no sense. He let his mind wander from that thought, noting the way Quackity managed to stand back until Conner was in the ambulance, and the fact that he joined Conner in the back. Foolish smiled softly at the thought, and wished he had done the same with Finley. It had felt too much here, too hard to just leave it all and hope everything would be ok. Now there were more professionals, and Foolish just wanted to be by his sister.
Eventually Foolish got that wish, ignoring a police officer who would not stop berating the group of them for putting themselves at risk. Foolish didn't really care. He was too busy trying to work out what he would do next. He couldn't lose Finley again. Couldn't bare to let anyone else foster her, but technically he wasn't 18 just yet. So, what was he supposed to do?
That question remained unanswered when Finley woke up, but the warmth of her hug and the way she refused to let him go just proved his point. He was never leaving her side again.
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Wilbur POV:
Wilbur clung to his brother's side, not caring that he had to wait around in a hospital to do so. He adamantly refused to leave Techno's room except to go to Tommy's, or on the rarer occasion Finley's. He had been ecstatic for Foolish as soon as he had heard Finley was healing well, but it wasn't enough to break him from his anxiety induced thoughts.
If the burns on Techno's neck were awful (which they were), the burns on his hand were far worse. He had heard from Freddie- the boy who seemed attached to Foolish now- that Techno had saved Finley and taken the electric shock instead, as he had broken the collar.
The thought of shock collars on animals had always driven Wilbur crazy, but on children? That was a next level monstrous thing.
The nurse in Techno's room was nice. He regularly talked to Wilbur, finding common ground in their appreciation for music. She seemed to find time to make sure Wilbur too was ok every time he checked Techno's vitals. He had told Wilbur what to look out for- although considering the trained nurse was keeping a constant eye on Techno, Wilbur supposed that was more to try and make him feel useful. It helped.
The knowledge of what to look for of course had to result in Wilbur needing to use his newfound knowledge, when the monitor flatlined, leaving Wilbur screaming for a nurse, before being pulled out of the room to give them more space. He wanted to be in there with Techno as they did whatever it was they would do, but he wanted Techno to be ok more.
So, when the nurse told Wilbur that Techno was awake, alive, and doing well, Wilbur's body practically screeched in relief. Safe. Safe. Safe. Techno was safe and ok and alive and his heart was beating! Wilbur had never felt so completely consumed by the simple fact of someone's beating heart. Technos heart was beating. Techno was alive. Techno was ok. He was alive and Okish
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A/N: I managed it WOOOOOO