Trigger warnings: nothing, just grieving.

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Techno's pov

I sat there in the hospital, Tommy clung tightly to my arm as he sat next to me, Phil was standing, pacing the floor anxiously. We were all in shock, hoping and praying that Wilbur would be okay.

No tears yet, we were all trying to process what just happened. My mind could only think about what happened, the image of my brother being shot was burned into my head. I couldn't think straight, I could barely breathe right. I was stuck in this terrifying suspenseful moment that never seemed to end.

The doctor walked out of the room and my head shot up, Phil stopped pacing, Tommy clung tighter. Adrenaline pumped in my veins; this moment would change our lives forever.

"I'm sorry for the words I'm about to say but, he didn't make it." Were the words that flooded my ears and made them ring, the words that made my heart pound ten times harder, the words that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

Phil spoke with the doctor for a minute more before coming back to Tommy and I and hugging us tightly. I clung to him, my body shaking, my eyes welling with tears.

That week I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, I didn't even speak. All I did was sit and think about what I could've done to prevent his death, I sat in his room and mourned, and thought about the past. Thought about the good times we had growing up... but now that was gone. And I would never get it back.

One night around nine there was a knock at my door, I didn't answer. "Tech?" I heard the door creak open, "Hey mate," I recognized the voice as Phil, he sat on my bedside where I was laying and ran his fingers through my hair.

He looked tired, his eyes were red, and he had heavy bags under them. He took a deep breath, "Come here," He opened his arms for a hug, and I immediately sat up and hugged him back and started breaking down. "Phil I- I miss him- I want him back-" I sobbed into his shoulder.

He stroked my hair and held me close, "I know, I know, we all do." He held me for a while as I cried, and we spoke for even longer before he left to go to bed.

I got up and went to find Tommy, I was worried about him. I went to his bedroom door and knocked; I could hear soft sobs from inside his room. "Yeah?" His voice was hoarse. "It's me Tomms," I said, pushing the door open softly.

"C- close the door behind you please." I did as he asked before walking over to him where he was, sitting in a corner. I knelt in front of him and hugged him close, I could feel him ball my shirt in his fists as he started crying harder, which made me cry too.

"I gotchu, I gotchu bubba," I said, pulling him into my lap and sitting back against the wall. "It's gonna be ok." I felt tears rush down my face as I held my brother. We were all hurting, we were all broken and missing a piece to this family.

As the night went on Tommy had fallen asleep in my arms, so I picked him and set him in his bed. "Stay..." I heard him murmur quietly, I knew he didn't want to let go. "I'll stay, I'll be right here for you. Always." I pressed a kiss to his forehead and pulled him close, rubbing his back as he rested his head on my chest and fell back asleep. And soon did I.

This was the first time I actually slept in days.