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"Look at me, George!"
Wilbur screams; the camera barely captures while Tommy tries to breathe and keep pace. He doesn't know if he's dying because he's running, or laughing, or both. George mumbles like he's dying, Tommy just laughs harder. "It's lung Time," Wilbur says.
“Lung” Wilbur hisses, “— It's lung time. Say it with me: It's lung time.”
"Take the camera," Tommy asks Wilbur.
"No!" George drowns.
When he thought about doing a bit with Wilbur, George, and KSI, he should have recognized that running for ten full minutes, perhaps, was not the easiest thing to do.
Tommy has some energy in him, to be honest; but that doesn’t take away the fact that his back is burning because he’s been standing for so long, and his side hurts because he’s not breathing very well.
Wilbur looks great, damn it; Tommy is so jealous now.
At least, George is dying faster than he is.
"It's lung time," Wilbur smiles like a little shit.
The next time I see Wilbur I will force him to stay with me and feed the ducks. Tommy thinks. Without any rush.
George lets out a breathless, tired breath: "I can't do this."
Tommy wants to laugh, but his lungs are going to start trying to evacuate himself now.
"No, George!" Tommy says about Wilbur. "It's lung time!"
George sighs.
“It's lung time—”
"YES—" Wilbur yells and keeps running.
He runs like a bitch, Tommy is fucking tired now.
George lets out a tired groan as Tommy runs after Wilbur — whose way ahead, why the fuck is he so fast? What is the advantage of having such long legs?
"George, we got this!"
Tommy is smiling, though, because it's so much fun. He runs after Wilbur and KSI is just a distant thought as he tries to catch up with Will.
It's relieving, so Wilbur and he are so close that he can't be embarrassed, he threw himself into George's arms when he saw him pass, and, honestly, maybe he should demand a real hug from Wilbur next time.
However, perhaps he should be ashamed for not having seen a huge tree in front of him.
You know, it would be good not to break your cell phone at the same time that it breaks your face.
But the only thing Tommy feels is mild despair when he sees the bark a few inches from his face; he hears a distant squeak before realizing it's his and closes his eyes to the impact when inertia drives him forward.
He's not sure if the world went out or it was their eyes, along with the muted sound of the world, all he feels is that he bounces off the wood, his cell phone slipping out of his hands and leaning back a little bit slower than that it should because his legs give out very slowly.
His eyes water before he stretches his hands to his nose and holds it even without first processing the pain.
When he finally falls to the ground, Tommy curls himself; the universe seems to disappear for a moment, exhaustion falling into it at once.
His brain shuts down for a few long seconds, he can hear some murmurs, and his head is moved to somewhere less dirty like the ground — part of Tommy's brain thinks that tree shouldn't be there.
Seriously, who would put a single tree in the middle of a sidewalk? For God’s sake.
Okay, nature's right and shit, but nature won't see KSI in less than five minutes.
He groans when a hand tries to pull his arms away, rolling his head in what he can say is the lap of someone he doesn't know. Tears flowing by accident when he processes that he cannot breathe through his nose without choking.
He feels his hands again, much softer, trying to persuade him to take his hands away; Tommy can feel the person's pulse racing because of the proximity. “Tommy?! Tom, can you hear me?”
Tommy can, very well, even. Them didn't have to shout.
Tommy opens his eyes carefully, complaining when the light of day (oh, yes. Is it morning, why did everything get so dark?) — Burns his eyes.
He sees Wilbur against the sun, one hand smoothing over his hair while the other rests in Tommy's hands. He looks worried, even though he smiles when Tommy looks at him, still a little muddy.
"You were pretty determined to kiss that tree, Tommy." Wilbur jokes, slowly, making one of Tommy's hands slip from his nose, he feels something hot running down afterward, but he doesn't want to think about it.
"The only thing I wanna kiss is women." Tommy jokes, but frowns, "Is that offensive?"
Wilbur laughs fondly, pulling Tommy to sit on the floor: "It depends, bro."
Tommy grumbles when he feels his whole body ache, only pulling his hands away when Wilbur makes a few quiet, supportive comments; he is still wobbly and a little disoriented.
"Look at me," Wilbur asks, Tommy looks at him blearily, his head resting on Wilbur's big hands, and Tommy shudders when he squeezes a point on his forehead. "Good," Wilbur murmurs.
Tommy doesn't see anything good about feeling like shit, but if Wilbur is happy, he won't take that away from him.
"Where's Gogy?" Tommy rests his head on Wilbur's shoulder, while he just drowns Tommy in caresses that he can't rationalize properly.
"He went to get ice for you." Wilbur takes his hands out of his hair to pull out his cellphone, Tommy controls himself not to start chasing after Wilbur's affection. "Maybe we won't be able to met KSI today."
Wilbur doesn't look at all upset about it, Tommy smiles.
"Anything is possible if we believe it, Will," Tommy says.
"Even kiss a tree?" Wilbur jokes.
"You’re offendin’ me, Wilbur," Tommy says, with a pout.
"Tommy kissing a tree, what’ll he do next?" Tommy can feel Wilbur's abdomen trembling as he laughs.
"You’re comparing me to Tubbo, I know you’re." Tommy rolls over in Wilbur's arms, which only restricts him from being there.
Tommy won't say he doesn't like it, even though Wilbur is a piece of shit.
"Tubbo probably never hit his face with a tree while running slowly," Wilbur says.
"I'm not slow!" Tommy screams but sighs painfully when his head complains.
Wilbur wraps his arms around him harder, overcoming his laughter with a few shaky sighs.
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry," Wilbur says, Tommy mumbles a bitch under his breath, taking advantage of Will's embrace as he feels his body sag, tiredness, and pain mingling, but softer than when he hit the wood.
He chokes and shivers when his nose hurts when he breathes, so Tommy opens his mouth to breathe better. It is strange, but it is less horrible.
His back doesn’t hurt so much at least, his legs feel like gelatin, and Tommy is pretty sure his pressure plummeted after the impact.
He probably passed out for a few seconds, which is why Wilbur was so loud before.
Not that the notion of time makes sense now, no, it never does.
What will Phil think when he finds out that Tommy hit a tree in the face?
Why the fuck is there a tree right there?
"I'm here!" George says, coming running and hissing until he stops running.
Tommy takes his face off Wilbur's shoulder only to see George magically sitting on the floor, according to a bag with ice inside.
"I think I'm a little out of breath," Tommy says.
"Don't worry," Wilbur says, responding to the concerned look that George gave him. "— it’s not a concussion and he won’t die."
"How d’you know?" George asks.
“He's a doctor, Gogy. He is renowned.” Tommy answers for Wilbur, earning only a silly laugh from Wilbur and a shrug from George.
"Put it here before the ice melts." Tommy sighs when the ice makes the bridge of his nose burn, but Wilbur just soothes him with a gentle swing, Tommy squeezes the bag between his fingers.
He squeezes Wilbur's jacket, then relaxes his grip, to calm himself down a little.
"Are you okay?" George asks, genuine this time.
Tommy thinks about nodding but gives up when he thinks about how much it hurts now. "Yes, fine."
"Are we going to buy an ice cream and a bandage?" Wilbur says, more of a question than a statement.
Tommy only mumbles when Wilbur comes up, lifting him with his arms around Tommy's abdomen. Tommy just falls for him, his legs looking like gelatin.
"All right?" Wilbur asks.
"Mm." Tommy just mumbles, then his feet come off the floor, all of a sudden; then Tommy is thrown onto Wilbur's back, wrapping his arms around Will's neck with a slight fear of falling when the ground swims under him. "I'm fine! I'm fine!"
"You are a dramatic child," Wilbur says, but nothing in his tone says that he is really upset with Tommy. "
"I can't believe that I'm being excluded as the third in the wheel," George says, with a smile denouncing him.
"Big brother Gogy, help me," Tommy says, laughing when Wilbur screams when Tommy places the almost melted ice on top of his head.
"I will throw you into the cars next time." Wilbur shivers on the ice.
"That's why George is my favorite brother," Tommy jokes.
Tommy spends five full minutes lying on Wilbur and playing with George, he offers to go down when Will looks out of breath after running a race against George, who appears to be suffocating dying again.
He gets a Sponge Bob bandage on the bridge of his nose, the little bump on his forehead, a new cell phone case (when Wilbur and Tommy remember they left his cellphone there, and chaos sets in), and a napkin that Tommy needed put on the nose when it started to bleed.
According to Wilbur: for a second time, but Tommy doesn't have to remember.
Tommy spends a few minutes walking with a chocolate ice cream while Wilbur and George eat mint ice cream, Tommy doesn't complain while Wilbur holds Tommy's hand every time they cross the street.
KSI has delayed five minutes and chaos returns.