Little brother. (Read at night)

                                    

                                          
{THE MUSIC I SET IS MANDATORY TO SET THE SCENE ⬆️}




{reminder to please listen to the music I set or it won't have the effect I want it to have ⬆️ 😢} 


- - - TOM'S POV- - - 
"What?" I ask him after noticing his worried facial expression. 
"It's Bill." 
I felt my heart drop in that moment, walking towards Clide, "Well, what happened to him?" 
He turns to look at Y/n who was sitting there looking equally as confused as me. He faces me again, "I sent you the location." He mutters, not saying anything for the sake of Y/n being here.
I nod my head before exiting the room, sprinting as soon as I leave out the door. Whatever the problem was, it better not be what I think had happened.
I pull over at the location, slamming the car door shut.
My heart shatters into hundred broken pieces at the sight of my younger brother laying bloody on the ground, his shirt stripped off him revealing multiple stab wounds to his stomach along with his legs seemingly in a misplaced position.
I rush to him eagerly, crouching down and carefully lifting his head up in my hand. He groans in pain, making me gently put his head back down on the floor. 
"Tom..?" He croaks out, lifting his arm up and squeezing my shoulder as I watch him struggle in discomfort.
I remove my jacket I had on, wrapping it around his icy cold body. 
"Who did this to you?" I ask calmly, knowing that he wasn't in the right state for me to start going mad in front of him.
He does nothing but frown weakly, "I can't.. tell you-" He winces once again, pressing his hand against his stomach, "All I can say is.. don't trust anyone...but only the five of us.." 
I endure what he was saying, nodding at everything he was telling me to show that I was listening. In reality, I didn't process any of the words, I just wanted to hear his voice.  
"We managed to kill them all but Bill got... wounded." Gustav mutters. 
"By Joseph's men?" I assume. 
"Possibly.. But we don't know exactly." He replies, dropping his head down and shaking his head in disbelief, "Bill went up to the rooftop saying that he needed some fresh air.. until we saw his body collapse down from the building with these stab wounds across his stomach.."
"He will be fine after he gets treated, right?" I question, not drifting my eyes off Bill who seemed to be getting worse each second. I hear no reply from what I enquired,
"RIGHT?" I repeat, hoping for someone to say yes- BEGGING for someone to say yes. 
My eyes start to fill with water- this being the first time after many long years.
Bill's chest heaves up and down more quicker than before, making it obvious that he was trying to grasp as much air as possible. 
"Bill just hang in there, okay?" I comfort, feeling drops of tears trickle down my face.
"Tom..I don't think..I can-" He winces, struggling to cope any longer in his suffering.
"Come on Bill.. don't say shit like that-" My voice trembles in fear, "You still have to stick to the promise we made each other.." 
"What.., about us sticking together forever?" He asks. 
"Mhm.." My voice breaks out, I knew that if I were to try and speak, I would just end up breaking down uncontrollably right then and there and I didn't want Bill to see that.
He forces out a light chuckle, "Right.." 
A massive wave of guilt washes over me knowing that I was the one that started all of this in the first place by getting into a fight with Joseph. 
If I knew this was gonna be the outcome, I would of let him do whatever he wanted with Y/n. 
His grip on my hand loosens up, his chest not heaving as much as before. He closes his eyes, parting his mouth to let oxygen sink in through it instead of his nose.
"My last wish," he whispers, making me bring my head closer towards him to listen clearer, "Please just look after Y/n.."
My breathing synchronises with his, "Don't fight with her, don't-" he pauses, groaning at the intensity of the agony, "Don't do anything bad.. just protect her.." He exhales one last time before letting his head fall to the side, his chest not moving up and down anymore.