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ranboo, carrying your bridle style, removes one hand from your back to knocks on the door. "come in," philza yells. ranboo opens the door and puts his hand back where it was before. philza turns the corner.
"y/n! ranboo! what the fuck happened?! i thought you two were safe."
"we were but sapnap shot y/n after the explosion." he looked down at the tired girl in his arms. "she'll be fine but we need someone to help patch her up."
"i'll get techno, i need to check on thommy soon."
"tommy," you tiredly say "let me see him, please" you breathed out.
"be careful and don't be that physical. the explosion hit him hard but he shouldn’t be fine in a couple of weeks with the right medicine."
ranboo set your down carefully and philza helped support you as you limp up the stairs. opening the door you see tommy resting on the bed with bandages almost everywhere clothing is not. "tommy!"
you practically jump away from philza and run to tommy, falling right by the cot in the process.
he looks horrible. his arms are poking out from the soft white blanket covering him. there's dirt under his nails and his hands are wrapped with bandages too. from what you can see his arms look bruised and burned.
he still has two hearts glowing on the inside of his forearm. both still bright red.
the shoulder sleeve was rolled up to reveal more bandages, going up the arm and around the top of the chest.
his neck is glowing, like little golden lines zigzagging up to his chin like veins, stopping at his jawline and ears. you were sure it came from a healing potion.
his face looks like it was bleeding before, though now there are only small traces of blood now that they've been wiped away and enough time has passed. his lip had been bleeding and so had his nose, a cut by his right eyebrow, and many other places.
all healing well but one, from the outer crease of his right eye to the corner of his lip. this one looked much deeper, the skin all around it looking a light red, you can see the butterfly stitches philza must've put on the cut to help the healing process.
his eyes are twitching and his brow is sweating, along with his lips trembling.
you look back at his hand and grab it, "please be okay." you squeeze his hand a little. he jumps up and his eyes shoot open. his whole body is tense. he relaxes when he sees it's only you.
he lays back down. "hey," he closes his eyes with a slight smile, happy to see you again. "what are you doing here? i thought you were in hiding with ranboo." you told tommy how you found out about jschlatt's plan and how you were trying to keep him away but to no avail.
jschlatt told tubbo to get him some more whisky whoch causes him to leave what he was working on alone. on his way back with the bottles he saw tommy and offered him to see what he's making so he came.
nothing happened the first few times jschlatt pressed the button but when it finally set the TNT off, tubbo was about seven feet away from the front door while tommy was in said doors frame.
sparks had come up ripping apart the floorboards underneath tommy. red, orange, yellow, and white flames flew in all directions while throwing tommy off his feet and into the air. he landed on the ground and screamed when a piece of wood fell onto his knee fracturing the bone.
all while you explain this the memories were coming back to him, and so was the pain. he asked for a distraction from it and you provided one. just talking about how hiding has been for you and ranboo. after a bit technoblade came in and started to help patch you up as you kept talking.
tommy just listened, though he would never admit it he was happy to hear your voice again. he missed it greatly.
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you were in hiding for about a month so it felt so nice to be back, you had many stories to tell tommy. even though you had to go to your room for the night, you came back each day to continue where you left off.
you knew this peace wouldn't last for long though and you were dreading when tommy would tell you to hide again. most of the time you would take his hand and talk, while he would just sit there with his eyes closed, a small smile on his lips and listen constantly.
yet, as you thought, the peace didn't last longer than five days.