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Wilbur was eating a banana in his flat, he knew he was going to stream, he knew what he was going to stream too. Just as he was throwing the banana peel away, his phone rang. He didn’t recognize the number but it was coming from Nottinghamshire, aka where Tommy, his friend and someone he considered a little brother, lives. He picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Wilbur Soot?”
“That’s me.”
“I am calling to inform you that Thomas Sketch was in a car accident and is now in care here.”
His breath caught.
“You are his only remaining emergency contact, I hope you can make it here in a timely manner.”
“I’ll be headed that way as soon as possible,” He said.
The hospital ended the call.
He stood there in shock, Tommy was in the hospital.
Tommy was in the hospital and he was the only remaining person they could call.
Tommy was in the hospital, three hours away from him.
He quickly got ready, got out of his flat, locking the door behind him, and got into his car. He pulled up his gps and put in the hospital’s address.
He had to stop at a red light, he put in one of his bluetooth earbuds and called Phil, his friend who put up with so much and was occasionally like a second father to him and an older brother the rest of the time.
“Wil, why are you calling me, shouldn't you be getting ready for your stream?”
“Fuck, stream. I have to tweet that it's cancelled. It’s been like 10 minutes max since, Fuck,” Then quieter, “Phil.”
“Wil what’s wrong.”
“Tommy’s in the hospital.”
Phil gasped.
The light turned green.
“Why do you have to cancel your stream?” Phil broke the silence.
“Tommy’s par-,” Wilbur cut himself off, he couldn’t say it, that would make it real but Phil needed to understand, “I’m his last remaining emergency contact.”
“What happened?”
“Car accident, he was probably in the back.”
“That saved his life.”
“Phil, what am I going to tell him, what am I going to do?”
“First breathe.”
He took a deep breath.
“I’m going to add Techno to the call, if that’s alright with you.”
Techno, the final member of Sleepy Bois Inc. and the little online family they had, also the farthest away, him being in California.
“That’s fine.”
“Hello?” Techno’s monotone voice came over his headphone.
He needs gas, soon. He also needed to tweet that stream was cancelled.
“You’re not streaming are you?” Phil asked.
“No, but I was going to, I have the tweet ready to send out.”
“Don’t,” Wilbur spoke up.
“Wilbur?”
“Tommy’s in the hospital.”
“And?” Concern broke through the monotone.
“Wilbur was the only remaining contact that the hospital could call,” Phil fills in the rest.
He pulls into a gas station, starts filling up his car, and goes onto twitter.
‘Stream for today is cancelled, something came up in my personal life.’ He quickly tweets out.
“Wil,” Techno brought him back to the call he’s on.
“What do I do?” He asks quietly.
“You get to the hospital and figure out details,” Techno said.
“I know that, Techno,” Sounding more like himself then he had the entire phone call.
Both Techno and Phil were glad that the normal Wilbur was back for a second.
“After that, after I get there, after Tommy’s out of the hospital.”
“Wilbur do you have anything with you?” Phil asked.
“My phone and headphones.”
“I’m going to meet you at the hospital so I can get your keys and get you things that you need to stay overnight, multiple nights.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t know how the laws work over there, but is there a way he can legally stay with you?” Techno asked.
“Yeah, if I’m approved for foster care and all that.”
“You could adopt him,” Phil said, a car door closed.
“I don’t want to be his dad, plus I’m not all that much older than him.”
“Focus on making sure he’s alive,” Techno said.
Wilbur got back in his car and got on the road again.
“You could be his guardian,” Phil offered.
“Maybe.”
“But whatever happens, ask Tommy what he wants.”
“Yeah, make sure you’re doing what he wants, he can make decisions for himself,” Techno agreed.
“Okay, distraction time please, what’s been going on with you two lately?”
For the rest of his three hour drive, Phil and Techno kept him talking about random topics distracting themselves from what the call was originally about as much as they were him.
He arrived, grabbed his phone, said goodbye to Techno, Phil and Techno were staying on the call, locked his car and gave Phil his keys. Phil gave him a hug as they said bye now.
“I’ll keep you two updated.”
“That’s all we ask, well that and take care of yourself.”
He nodded.
Phil left to get stuff from Wilbur’s flat for him.
He walked in, and went up to the front desk.
“Wilbur Soot, here for Thomas Sketch.”
The receptionist nodded, “He’s in room 206.”
“Thank you.”
He followed the signs until he came up on room 206, Tommy’s room. He went inside and suddenly everything was real. He knew Tommy had him down as an emergency contact as a joke, he never expected that it would come to calling Wilbur, his parents were there. Now Wilbur was the only one they could have called. The entire three hour car ride it hadn’t felt real but now seeing the 16 year old, the loud, energetic 16 year old, so still and quiet in a hospital bed with a few machines wired up to him, made everything come crashing down. He walked over to the bed and sat down in the chair next to it.
“Mr. Soot?” The doctor had come in.
“That’s me,” He turned to look at the doctor.
“As you know Thomas was in a car accident, he was in the back seat behind the passenger seat when a car hit the car he and his parents were in. It hit the drivers side head on, his father who was driving died on impact, his mother who was in the passenger seat was in a coma, but she passed away here from her injuries a few hours ago. Thomas has a broken leg and arm, cuts and bruises all over his body and a possible concussion. He has not woken up since he was brought in.”
He nodded.
“Let us know if he wakes up or any of the machines start going off in a way they aren’t currently,” The doctor said.
“I will.”
The doctor left.
He turned to look at Tommy again, “Fuck, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do."