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Oh. Oh. Oh. Shit. Fuck. Piss.
Tommy stared down at his wrist in genuine panic. In an attempt to do the most basic things, he always got hurt somehow.
Wilbur and Tommy were meeting up for a week. It was something they did frequently. He was trying to be nice and make breakfast for them. Not even anything too special, he was just suposed to do something basic and he managed to cut himself. What did he even do?
Tommy walked by the table when he felt the pain in his wrist and then saw blood! How do you brush against a table and get cut from it?
Where the fuck are the napkins?
Tommy grabbed a handful of napkins and pressed them against his wrist. Well now what?
He wasn't the most intelligent when it came to cooking but he was pretty sure you shouldn't prepare food while bleeding like this.
So. Tommy was a big man- he wouldn't cry over a simple cut. He was not scared at all. No. He wouldn't.
Tommy flinched back when he saw the blood dripping down and bleeding through the napkin, "Fuck.." He sat down on the floor and blinked several times. Not crying. He wouldn't cry. Never. It was barely that deep. Just enough to bleed so he had no reason to be scared.
Shit. Fuck. Fuck. No. Fucking hell. Shit.
Okay. Tommy knew he had no idea what to do when you actually get cut opened. So with slightly shakey breathing, he got up and walked to Wilbur's room. He really was over reacting. He had no reason to get this freaked out.
When Tommy got to the door, he hesitated before knocking softly.
Wilbur opened the door instantly and blinked at Tommy before staring at him confused, "What's wrong-" He cut himself off as he saw the blood. He glanced again up at Tommy and smiled softly before allowing him to sit in his room while he found bandages.
When Wilbur finally came back as Tommy panicked, he kept whispering reassurances to the boy.
"It's alright."
"Be brave."
"I know it hurts Toms."
It helped. Tommy was more embarrassed about the fact that he got so worked up about this. He rubbed at his eyes to stop himself from crying.
When Wilbur finished, Tommy had instantly hugged him and refused to let him see how on edge he was, "Thank you."
Wilbur simply smiled and returned the hug and whispered back, "Of course! You shouldn't be scared to come get me if your hurt. I'll always help you out." He spoke softly as he stepped back and sat beside Tommy carefully.
Tommy wiped his face once again and chuckled, "I know- Just- I got freaked out since it was embarrassing." While he spoke, Wilbur noticed something and suddenly stood up from where he was.
"How did you get hurt?"
Oh. Oh shit.
Tommy stood and ran out the door, "MY BAD- FORGOT I WAS TRYING TO MAKE BREAKFAST!"
Wilbur cackled as he followed the boy down to the kitchen. He stood back and watched him with a fond smile on his face. He rested a hand on his face, "What am I gonna do about this kid."