Chapter 3

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Wilbur POV:

I nearly dropped the phone in shock. He can't . . . walk?

"W-Wil I'm scared," My heart melted as I could hear the boy I considered to be a brother choking back tears as he admitted his feelings. "I don't want to be paralyzed."

"Toms, hey! It's ok, I'm here for you," I say quietly, attempting to calm him down and process at the same time. "Breath. Focus on your breath for a second, and calm down. You'll be ok!"

"T-thanks Wilby," He breaths. Normally I would hold that over him forever, making fun of him for acting like a child, but now I just wanted him to be ok.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell the others?" I asked quietly, knowing his answer wouldn't change.

"Y-yeah, I don't want to tell anyone." I bit my lip, thinking the situation over. A day or two after he disappeared, or went to the hospital, Dream asked us if we wanted to do a meetup, the SMP in person. He would bring his mask so we could live stream. I knew Tommy would love it, but now I don't know if he will want to go. We held it off for him, maybe I can convince him.

"Ok, but maybe when you're more used to it we can tell them." I sigh. "They would probably find out eventually."

"I guess, maybe. I'm gonna miss facecam streams," He says shakily, making me wince. A wheelchair is unexplainable, so it makes sense but it seems . . . wrong.

"Yeah," I sigh again and we change the subject. I catch him up on recent events and he talks about the SMP wars and stuff. After I hang up, I realize the entire SMP has either seen his Tweet or is still thinking he's gone so I message the Discord.

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"Wilbur, what's up?" I hear Techno's monotone voice say over Discord as everyone joins.

"Tommy called me," I start, getting an overload of questions. "GUYS! He called and said he's fine, he fell and got hurt so he went to the hospital for a bit."

"That does not sound like ok, Wilbur!" Dream sounds concerned, despite their past disagreements I know everyone has been impacted by Tommy.

"Is he ok Wil?!?!" Tubbo sounds frantic and exhausted, I know he hasn't been sleeping well since Tommy disappeared.

"Yes! Guys, he's fine. He'll be streaming this Sunday when he's back home." I explained to them everything he told me and they all calmed down. After leaving I thought back to what Tommy had said, he was scared. At least he was safe.

Right?

Tommy POV:

What do I do?!

I look around my room, starting to panic. I'm lucky enough to have already had my room on the first floor. I realize how easily everything can be seen, what if I turn on my camera by instinct?

I grasp for my phone, quickly signing in and clicking my speed dial contacts. I call Wilbur, he's my only option when I panic. Mother and Fatherinnit are at the store picking up my prescriptions, and I'm alone for the first time in four weeks.

"W-Wil?"

"Tommy! Are you ok?"

"W-Wil I c-can't breath," I gasp, trying to calm down.

"Toms, you're ok! Listen, what are five things you can see?" I take a breath and look around, still shaking.

"U-uh, I can see uh," I couldn't think, I could barely breathe. "M-my setup, um . . . my bed and my p-pillow, I uh, can see m-my Vlog Gun poster, and uh my mic?"

"Good! What are four things you can feel?"

"Uh, my uh chair, um," I tried to focus as best I could, but it was difficult. "P-pain, uh . . . I can f-feel my phone and m-my blanket?"

"Alright, three things you can hear."

"Y-you, my breathing, uh I guess the bird outside?"

"Two things you can smell?" I felt myself calming as I took a deep breath in through my nose.

"M-metal and uh, the cookies my mom made earlier?"

"Alright, feeling better Toms?"

"Yeah, thanks." I sniffled, sitting up in the wheelchair. "Can you play right now?"

"Of course Toms, what server?"

"H-how about Origin?"

"I'm getting on now." I start up my PC, logging in and starting Minecraft. I open Discord and hit play on my Animal Crossing music.

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"What do you want to do Toms?" Wilbur's voice asks, playing through my headphones a touch too loud.

"Uh, let's work on the Haunted Mansion?"

"Sure," We work for a little bit on the mansion before the sun comes up and Wil goes invisible to avoid burning. I call him a vampire, he calls me an over-powered chicken. Just like old times.

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"TOMMY!!!"

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