"Phil… Phil, no, you wouldn't-" you stammered, tripping over your feet as you were back into a corner.

"I'd never do anything to hurt you, you know that. This is for your own good." The blond crooned

"Please." You begged, unable to look away from the hammer in his right hand.

"It’ll be okay, {{user}}. Just take a deep breath."

Take a deep breath, just like Techno had said.

And then everything was white hot pain. It was fire snaking up your leg. It was knives sawing through your bones. And then nothing.

It’s been a few hours, Wilbur wrapped your leg and Phil out the mallet back in the garage. You startle awake, sitting up abruptly and suddenly.

Someone's arm tightens around you, pulling you back down. You trie to resist, but you’re far too weak and this person is way stronger than you. So, you just go limp. (You don’t want to waste energy. You don’t have any energy.)

"Good morning." A deep voice says behind you, and you think you recognized it as Techno.

"Techno?" You ask.

"Mmh. Yeah." Techno responds.

Techno keeps brushing your hair out with his fingers, gentle and careful. “You messed up your leg pretty bad tripping out of the car.”