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Tommy's neck hurt like hell, which honestly, wasn't all that surprising since he'd been a blood bag for about five years now. Standing up was a slow ordeal that took much trial and error before he finally was able to stand up.
Even without glancing in the mirror, he could tell it was not a gentle bite, and he'd probably passed before the vampire had let go, which was dangerous for obvious reasons.
If standing was difficult, walking was near impossible. His legs felt like jelly beneath him, giving out on multiple occasions. After a slow, and troublesome walk over to the mirror Tommy found he looked a hundred times worse than he felt. His hair was ratty and coated with blood, his neck was bruised, and the bite mark had left indents in his neck that would probably never truly heal over. His skin was paler than usual, which he didn't know was possible. He froze.
Tommy's hand rushed to his left wrist and he pressed his pointer and middle finger against his skin. The tension leaked from his body when he felt a normal, steady, not gone pulse.
He walked over to his bathroom a little more relaxed, whilst simultaneously trying not to fall over again.
When the warm water washed over his skin he almost fell asleep again, he barely willed himself awake.
Once he was nice and clean again Tommy could examine the bite mark better. Which, out every bite he’d gotten, wasn’t the worst.
He probably couldn’t make it out of his apartment in his current condition of dizzy from blood loss.
He glanced nervously at his phone before calling Wilbur. “Hey Sunshine, what do you need?” Wilbur asked
“Do you think you can get me some food; I’ll pay you back later, I’m just...” Tommy paused for a second, “...Sick."
“Um, sure. What do you want me to get?" Tommy could hear the concern in Wilbur's voice.
“Can you get me my usual from McDonalds?"
"Of course that's what you'd want, gremlin." Wilbur hung up immediately, shocking Tommy.
His attention turned to finding something to hide his neck. The first thing he could think of that would hide it was his soft, blue turtleneck that Wilbur had gifted him last Christmas.
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A knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. Standing up was a little easier, though it took him a few minutes to get to the door. After quickly checking the peephole and finding Wilbur waiting patiently, he opened the door. "You look pretty bad, how did you get sick this quickly? It's only been two days since I last saw you." Tommy shuffled his feet nervously.
"Do you have the food on you?" Wilbur sighed before walking in, setting down the food, then proceeding to sprawl out on his couch. "Can you just leave
"You look minutes away from death; I'm not going to leave Toms," Wilbur paused, "Or, at least, you tell me what the fuck you did yesterday."
Tommy knew Wilbur wasn't going to budge no matter how hard he tried which meant he would tell him or he would find out some other way. "You really want to know that badly Wil?" Wilbur nodded, "I just did work for my job. One of my coworkers was probably sick. It isn't that really all that deep." Wilbur sighed and seemed to except his answer.
"What do you even do for work?" The question caught him off guard and he spluttered.
"The fuck do you mean Wilbur? I work in a warehouse downtown." Wilbur raised an eyebrow.
"Tommy, I already checked to see who worked in every warehouse downtown, and you're not working at any of them."
"Why the fuck did you even look for that?"
Wilbur sighed softly. "Tommy I just searched your name online, and all I saw was an illegal blood bag finding website!" Wilbur took a deep breath, "Tommy for the love of Prime tell me you aren't a fucking blood bag," Tommy felt the blood drain from his face, "Why? You know all of us will help you if you're struggling financially."
"Just leave Wilbur. You clearly don't want to be here, so just fuckin', get out of my apartment." Wilbur's look of disappointment almost made Tommy apologize, but he stopped himself.
Wilbur left his apartment without another word. Tommy quickly ate his food, then passed the fuck out.
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A poster blows past in the wind. Thomas Danger Kraken Innit was the name it read, with a photo of the bright teen. Wilbur pretended not to see his fledgling's missing poster.