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Ranboo checked it again. Nope, still fever bright.
His tail flicks in agitation. God. It wasn't going down. It's been a week.
It could only mean one thing and Ranboo doesn't think he can take it. Oh, Tubbo. Not you, my beloved my husband.
His claws rest gentle against the burning hot skin, always careful not to tear. He's never been more grateful for the fact his body runs cold. Tubbo always mentioned how much he loved it, had a tendency to ram into Ranboo's chest and curl against it, clinging tight to Ranboo's coat, pulling him closer because,
"You're always like a cooler bossman, it's so refreshing!"
The way Tubbo nudges his face into the touch..Christ. He wonders mirthless how refreshing he must be now.
He was so, so hot.
Ranboo closes his eyes and prays it's enough.
That he can do something even this little bit to comfort Tubbo at this point.. ah who was he kidding?
Tubbo was dying and Ranboo was decaying with him.
Still. He lifts Tubbo up, carefully laying him so the wall takes his weight, helping Tubbo sit up.
His husband makes a grunting sound, lets his head fall limp against his chest. His eyes are still closed.
Ranboo knows he's tired. The rough bandages covering his right arm and part of his chest look stained. He'll have to change them again.
He wishes he could afford to. Could do anything other than sit here and wait.
Above them the bunker shakes.
Ranboo wishes he never met Pillza Minecraft.
Even he was the only reason Tubbo and him lived this long.
It still wasn't fair.
The Angel of death had been sent an order from his lady, his queen. And now the smp had to die.
Phill had told him he was sorry, that there was little he could do, he'd swore an oath to honor her.
He told them to run, Ranboo clinging tight to his toddler, holding him close as he shook. Tubbo was to his right, with his sword still raised in learned defiance.
Phill told them to run and escape the smp.
He told them he was sorry.
They ran and didn't believe him.
Ranboo closes his eyes let's the mess of it leave him in one breath.
He wishes Michael were still here. He hopes Tommy and him were able to make it out.
He starts heating up the last of the food. He made it into a nice little soup. It's tasteless but Tubbo's been able to keep it down so it must be the best thing ever.
The bunker shivers. Screaming starts up again.
He glares at his husband fondly.
"You just had to go and be a good father and best friend huh?"
Even though Tubbo doesn't move or open his eyes. He does smile. Relief blossoms in Ranboo, infects his voice as he continues as if Tubbo actually said something.
"Yeah I know it was the most logical thing to do, but now I'm stuck with you in this gross cold bunker at the actual end of the world. Thanks for that."
He makes his way to his partner's side, heated food in hand. Checks his forehead and flinches at the heat he feels. Drops his head down, hoping that it helps. Even just a little bit.
He can't really continue the banter, not like this so he just.
Starts feeding Tubbo. He's gotten a lot better then he used to be back before they realized just how bad it actually was.
At first Tubbo had bit him. At first Tubbo was offended at the idea he couldn't raise his arm.
At first they thought it was just an old injury acting up.
Not anymore though.
Now they know everything a bit too well.
It's practice that has Ranboo going through the motions of it. Dip the spoon, check that's its not too hot, not too much or too little, if Tubbo is too far out of it, remind him to open his mouth, place the spoon in the open mouth, make sure he swallows and doesn't choke, repeat.
It's a sad system but it's theirs.
Tubbo manges half the bowl. Normally Ranboo would eat the other half, or on a good day make himself a new dish, but he can't tonight.
He pulls Tubbo into his lap, curls around him loosely. Tubbo knocks his head into Ranboo's chin.
Ranboo checks the bandage that he can reach like this.
It looks dead at first. Probably is honestly. Gangrene.
Tubbo had told him when he'd been doubled over in pain,holding his arm. Ranboo never remembered anything, but he always remembered the quiet terror in his voice. The shaky way he told Ranboo they needed to find shelter fast. The way the infection spread like wildfire underneath his scaring.
The moment he knew they were fighting a losing battle and Tubbo was only keeping up the awake and alert act to keep Ranboo from knowing.
He has a good husband at least.
Tubbo makes a noise.
"Ran, hey, look-"
Ranboo glances down, offers Tubbo a soft hum and holds him tighter. Even though his voice is rough it's still Tubbo speaking to him.
It's still amazing.
"Don't-Dont cry alright?" His eyes are open. clouded over. Foggy. It hurts.
"Can you-you promise me that boss-mman?"
Ranboo doesn't like lying but apparently his desire to placate Tubbo is stronger.
"No, no Tubbo I won't I.. I won't."
Tubbo smiles and his eyes drift close.
"Good" he whispers "love you boo."
"Love you too bee. Always"
Phill appears in the morning and Ranboo is clinging onto a corpse.
"Please Phill. Take me with you" he says because there's nothing else either of them can do. Tubbo is dead.
"You are perfectly healthy Ranboo and I will not kill you."
Phill is uncuttable marble. He is sad as he grabs Tubbo from him.
"I'm sorry, for what it's worth, Ranboo. I'll..take him to a really good place personally."
Ranboo thinks snow chester was a really good place.
Ranboo wishes Phil would get it over with.
Wishes for everything to be better then this.
Phil leaves and Ranboo cries.