The Silver Lining

And so it Begins...

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TW: Foul language, Mentions of torture and bleeding (none/minimal gore), reference to scars

Pain... all I feel is pain...

"Tommy, where's the book?" Somewhere around me, I hear a stern voice say.

Book... book... what book? Maybe... no. It hurts to think. Sleep? Sleep is good. Try to sleep.

Snap

"Agh–!"

Great, more pain... why won't it stop? Please make it stop...

"I told you he doesn't know! And even if he did, do you really think he's in a state to respond, hell, let alone think properly? And here we all are, thinking that you were the smart one! GAH–"

Another sound, this one's a pop. I don't feel any more pain this time, odd.

"Why are you so insistent on his ignorance...? Unless you've been lying to me..."

"I'm insistent because I think I've caused enough damage for one lifetime, I just don't want any more blood on my hands, but I guess you wouldn't understand that."

"If you knew, you would've spilled by now. I put you through hell, and yet you still have that smug look on your face. Why?"

"Heh... ever consider... the fact that you suck at torturing people...?"

SNAP! CRACK! POP!

Great, more screams... Are those mine or his? Never mind... just sleep...

SLAM

The sound startles me awake for a moment. A hear someone talking to me softly, but I can't make out what they're saying. Oh well... I need to rest...

Time skip~

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Tommy... Please, stay awake for a little while longer, just a little while, ok Toms?"

What's he sorry for? Is he talking to me? I'm so tired, I want to sleep...

"Please, if you die again then who knows what he'll do once you're revived. We're almost out Tommy! I can get you treatment soon, ok?"

I can't take the pain anymore... I just want it to go away... please make it stop...

"We're almost there! Just a little longer, okay Tommy? Please fight for me... live Tommy... please!"

What is he talking about?... Damn, I'm so tired...

Wilbur's POV

God. This is bad. He looks bad. I think the tourniquets are working, but I've got to get him to a doctor fast! What time is it? I see the moon is still up, is it rising or setting? "Please hang in there Tommy!"

"OH WILBUR~"

"Oh fuck—" Run goddammit!

"WHERE ARE YOU WILBUR~?"

"Alright Tommy, we've got to go! Damnit! What direction should I pick—"

"—Come on out Wilbur~"

"Time to go! Get back on my back, we've gotta run!" I pick him up quickly and bolt away. My lungs burned as I ran, but I didn't stop. I can't let him suffer more. Someone's hair is clinging to my face as I spot a skeleton horse. I gently set Tommy down and he groans, I sigh in relief, he's not dead yet.