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Sunlight streamed into his living room, the room felt heavy as he opened his eyelids.
He sat up, face tight and itchy from dried tears, he took into account the soreness of his legs, moving makes them hurt. He remembered the day before, the worry-raised voice of Wilbur, the anxious and uncomfortable Tommy. He pushed him away, he pushed his brother away.
Tears built in his eyes again, as he pushed himself up, off to assess the damage to his legs.
He sat down on the closed toilet seat, having rolled up his loose pajama pants. Ugly bruises lined his thighs, a purple-yellowish-green hue dancing up his leg. He grimaced at the sight and tenderness of his thighs.
He layed his head in his hands, the night replayed in his mind over and over, the words he said to Wilbur so coldly.
Sitting and stewing, spiraling out of control.
He wanted to run, sprint away from his problems, and escape his life. Unrealistic thoughts filled his head as if he could just run from his mental illnesses. He ignored his common sense, If he was to die in the sheer cold- so be it.
He ran to his room, pulling a random bag out of his closet. Stuffing whatever he could find into it, haste filled his brain. Random clothes, hoodies, chargers, his phone, a checklist faded away as it became more random, tears blurring his vision.
Wilbur sighed, having sat awake in his living room all night, stewing over their conversation? Argument? Whatever, unimportant.
His leg bounced in anxiousness, mind reeling,
What if Tommy put himself in danger?
What if he became a danger to himself?
Wilbur's chest tightened, panicked he was on his feet racing out of his house. He tried to keep his mind clear as he drove, taking deep breaths as his anxiety rolled in. Why does he always imagine the worst?
He swerved sharply off the road and parked along the side of Tommy's apartment building.
He wiped his sweaty hands on his shirt, willing himself to stop shaking. He’s never sped walked faster, based on his mind's anxious thoughts. The air felt impossible to get in his lungs as he reached the younger’s door. He tried the knob before knocking, finding it unlocked. His breathing quickened as he ran inside, calling his name.
“TOMS!”
He heaved as he ran to the blonde's room, stopping in his tracks as he saw the shaky back of his brother, shoving clothes into a bag. Wilbur continued to run forward, latching onto Tommy’s back. Tommy jumped in surprise, instantly trying to pull away and get out of the other's grasp.
The brunette pulled him around and pushed him into his chest.
“You’re okay,” Wilbur muttered over, and over. Both calming the sobbing boy, and himself.
They sunk to his bed, calming each other's cries slowly.
“You’re okay Toms, you’re okay.”
It had been a couple of days since Wilbur came back to his flat after their... Dispute. The older hardly let Tommy out of his sight, his own anxieties filling up his mind to keep the other safe.
Tommy rarely minded, finally bathing in the attention of someone else. He missed human touches, his body was always so warm when hugged.
Today they sat at a park bench, Wilbur having finally convinced Tommy to go for a walk with him. Tommy breathed in the fresh air, he almost forgot what it felt like. It’s been weeks since he even looked outside.
Tommy tossed out breadcrumbs to the various birds hanging out in front of them, as Wilbur sipped his coffee quietly.
The blonde sat up a little straighter, taking a deep breath, hesitantly looking between Wilbur and the birds.
“You okay?” Wilbur asked,
“Yeah-” Tommy spoke.
Wilbur nodded and went back to drinking, observing the wildlife.
“Actually-” he breathed, “no.”
“Oh,” Wilbur looked at him, “how so?”
“I think-” the blonde looked down, “I need help.” his lip quivered slightly, eyes wet with tears.
“Oh, toms” Wilbur pulled him against his side, rubbing the other’s shoulder. “We’ll get you help.”