Technoblade appendicitis fic. SBI, the whole gang. Since Technoblade doesn’t like people online calling him his real name, in this fic I as well as his friends will be calling him Techno.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are based on real people, but the story is entirely fictional. The actions in the story may not be considered what they would do in real life, as I do not know them personally.
CW/TW: vomit, fainting, neglect of one’s health, descriptions of severe pain
Tommy, Techno, Wilbur and Philza were going to stay overnight in a cabin in the woods in between two days of filming for Tommy’s vlogs. That day, they were planning to go skiing after lunch and then go to the cabin to have dinner and then sleep.
A dull pain started in Techno’s belly some time early that morning, but he ignored it. He had a very high tolerance for pain, so it barely bothered him. He didn’t have much of an appetite, so he skipped breakfast and opted for just an energy drink. Later, he met the boys for lunch, but he still didn’t have an appetite. In fact, he was feeling a bit nauseous and achy. He hoped it was nothing. He didn’t want to skip out on skiing for Tommy’s vlog. No one noticed anything was wrong.
It was Techno’s first time skiing and he was a natural at it. He was having a blast with Wilbur, Phil and Tommy. The first time down the mountain was great, if intense. After the second time, he found himself so winded he was getting dizzy and lightheaded. He tried to stay standing, but the world started to fade away as his vision started to go black, and he decided to let himself collapse to the side in the snow.
Techno had made it down the mountain first by a long shot, and Phil came second. He celebrated beating Tommy and Wilbur for a few seconds before seeing Techno laying in the snow. He took off his skis and made his way over to Techno.
“Techno?” he called, slightly out of breath.
Techno rolled over. His vision was still dark and hazy, but he recognized Phil’s voice.
“Are you okay?” Phil asked as he reached Techno’s side.
“Yeah. I just felt like I was about to pass out.”
Phil’s smile faded a little bit.
“Do you need water or something?”
“Maybe. I didn’t have breakfast this morning.”
“Wait- what? You haven’t eaten anything all day?” Phil asked, bewildered.
“Well no wonder you’re not feeling good.”
Phil looked back and saw Tommy making his way over, and Wilbur behind him.
“Well, my stomach’s been hurting so I haven’t been hungry,” Techno explained.
“I don’t know,” Techno said, sitting up as Tommy and Wilbur approached. “That’s why I’ve been wearing this mask even when no one’s filming.”
“Oh, I thought you just didn’t want to show us your face,” Phil said with a laugh.
“Wait why has he been wearing the mask when we’re not filming?” Tommy asked Phil.
“He said his stomach has been hurting all day and he doesn’t know if he’s sick or something.” Phil replied. “And that he just almost fainted because he hasn’t eaten anything all day.”
“Holy shit, Techno,” Tommy said, stopping the recording on the camera strapped to his head. “Let’s take a break and you can get something to eat.”
“No, It’s fine,” Techno told the boys as he stood up. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Phil just said you almost passed out!” Wilbur exclaimed.
“Yeah, don’t feel bad about it, man. We can take a break. The vlog will be fine,” Tommy assured him.
He really didn’t want to eat anything, but Phil, Tommy and Wilbur made him drink some water and get a snack from the ski resort. He had a granola bar with chocolate chips. It didn’t taste very good to him, but then again nothing would have, considering how he was feeling. The pain around his stomach and the nausea had gotten slightly worse, the muscle aches spread to his entire body, and he started getting chills. The chills could have just been from being cold, but he suspected he had a fever. Despite that, the snack did help his head feel better, and he really enjoyed skiing. Plus, he didn’t want to derail Tommy’s vlog plans.
“I feel a lot better now,” Techno told the other guys. “I think I can go back out and ski again.”
“Are you sure?” Tommy questioned.
“Alright! I’m up for another go if you guys are,” Tommy said.
Phil and Wilbur agreed. Techno felt relieved that they didn’t seem to be worried about him anymore as they went up another mountain to ski down. Sure he was uncomfortable, but he could take it. He was having fun and nothing could stop him.
That evening, they got to the cabin where they would be staying. Tommy did a little tour for the vlog. It had one bedroom with two bunk beds, one bathroom, a kitchen, a den and a dining room. Phil and Wilbur cooked dinner and Tommy recorded it.
Techno was in the bathroom for most of it. He felt like he was going to vomit but it never happened. The feeling didn’t subside, but he had to leave the bathroom anyway so they wouldn’t think something was wrong. Of course, something WAS wrong, but he didn’t care enough to worry the others about it.
The dinner looked delicious. It was nauseating. At this point he felt so sick that he knew he would throw it up later, but he was hungry enough that he needed to eat anyway. He tried to eat as much of his serving as he could stomach. Phil, Tommy and Wilbur were enjoying the food and not paying him much attention. He stayed quiet while they talked to keep it that way. Just when they were getting close to finishing their meals, Techno gagged silently. He slapped his hand over his mouth but he couldn’t stop what was about to happen. He jumped up and dashed to the bathroom. He closed the door just in time before spilling his guts in the toilet.
“What the fuck?” Tommy said, confused.
“I didn’t know he still wasn’t feeling good,” Wilbur commented. “I could’ve made something lighter for him.”
“Yeah, I had no idea either,” Phil added. “He seemed fine.”
Techno vomited repeatedly. The rest of the group couldn’t hear him from the dining room because the living room was in between the two rooms.
“I should probably go check on him,” Phil said, getting up from his chair.
“I hope none of us get what he’s got,” Tommy muttered to Wilbur.
Phil knocked on the door of the bathroom. Techno had just finished bringing up his dinner.
“I mean…” Techno said, not sure how to answer that question. “Yeah, I guess.”
“I’m in a lot of pain, and I threw up everything I just ate, but eh. It’s whatever,” Techno said in a monotonous voice.
Phil couldn’t tell whether Techno was being serious or not.
“Uh… do you need anything? Like water, or…”
“Water, I guess,” Techno replied.
Techno got up and rinsed his mouth out in the sink. Phil was standing in the living room with a glass of water. He came out looking like nothing happened.
“Thanks,” Techno said, taking the glass from as far away as he could.
Techno pulled down his mask and sipped from the small glass.
“Do you think you have like a stomach bug or something?” Phil asked calmly.
Techno nodded as he finished drinking the water. Wilbur and Tommy walked into the living room.
“Are you feeling any better after,” Phil gestured to the bathroom, “…that?”
“No. It’s only been getting worse.”
“Uh-oh. Do you want to go to a clinic or something?”
Phil laughed anxiously. Wilbur and Tommy looked confused and worried.
“I’ll be fine. It’ll probably get better soon.”
“Okay,” Phil said hesitantly. “If anything gets worse, let us know.”
“Yeah, of course. I’ll sleep out here so you guys don’t catch whatever this is.”
“Okay. I was planning to do a bit for my vlog where we all tell each other scary stories in the dark before we go to bed,” Tommy explained. “Techno, are you up for that?”
“Nah, I think I’ll try to go to sleep early.”
“Alright. It’ll just be me, Phil and Wilbur then.”
They all brushed their teeth and got ready for bed. There were two couches in the living room, and Techno chose the one farther from the bedroom. He tried to go to sleep but the pain and discomfort kept him awake. After an hour or so, he gave up and started playing games on his phone. Around one in the morning, Wilbur came out of the bedroom.
“Oh, Techno, you’re awake?” he whispered.
“Yeah. Why are you out here?”
Wilbur sat down on the other couch.
“Phil snores so loud. I couldn’t get to sleep,” Wilbur smiled. “We finished telling stories about an hour ago, and Tommy fell asleep pretty quickly, and then Phil started snoring.”
“Ah. Well I’m probably not going to sleep any time soon, but you’re welcome to sleep out here. I’ll try not to keep you up.”
“Alright,” Wilbur said and laid down on his side. “Good night. I hope you get some sleep.”
Techno played on his phone for about half an hour before he noticed Wilbur was asleep. Wilbur looked peaceful. Techno watched his shoulders slowly rise and fall. He wished he could find peace enough to sleep right then, but it felt like his body was revolting against him. He was beginning to get concerned. The pain around his belly that was once dull had quickly become sharper, and moved closer to the lower right side of his abdomen. The nausea got bad enough that he decided to go to the bathroom.
Sitting up sent an an overwhelming wave of pain through his whole body. He kept silent. He pushed through the pain of standing up and walked to the bathroom as quickly as he could. Right as he opened the door, something rose in his throat. He turned to the sink and hurled. He couldn’t stop it if he tried, so he let it happen. He wanted to close the door but he couldn’t because of how the sink was positioned. His lower right abdomen made him feel like he was being stabbed with every heave.
“I’m not gonna die, I’m not gonna die,” Techno told himself in his head.
He brought up every bit of water he drank earlier, now with the disgusting taste of stomach acid. When it stopped coming, he stood there, shaking, wondering if it was really over. He listened to the sounds around him. Phil’s muffled snoring in the other room, the crickets outside. His own breathing. He gazed at his reflection in the mirror. The pain he was feeling was surprisingly invisible on his face.
“Do I always look like this when I’m in pain?” he wondered. “No wonder no one notices.”
The stabbing feeling didn’t subside. It was too intense and had gone on for too long to be nothing serious. He had to do something.
“Wilbur?” he whispered loudly.
“What’s up?” Wilbur responded.
“Oh, good. You’re awake,” Techno said quietly.
“Yeah,” Wilbur said with a yawn.
“Listen, I don’t want to freak you out, but I think I need to go to the hospital.”
“What?” Wilbur said sleepily.
Wilbur opened his eyes drowsily and then sat up when he realized what Techno just said.
“Yeah. I feel like I’m constantly getting stabbed,” Techno said calmly, putting his hand over his abdomen.
“Dude, please believe me. I know it doesn’t look like it but I’m in so much pain right now,” Techno pleaded.
“No, I believe you. I’ll take you to the hospital right now,” Wilbur promised. “Where does it feel like you’re being stabbed?”
“Right here,” Techno said, putting his hand over the lower right side of his torso.
“It could be appendicitis,” Wilbur said, jumping up from the couch. “That would explain why you were getting sick earlier, too. If it is, we need to go quick.”
“It probably is,” Techno realized aloud. “I just got sick again a few minutes ago, too.”
“Alright, let’s go,” Wilbur said urgently. “Do you think you’ll be sick again?”
“Probably,” Techno answered.
Wilbur ran to the kitchen and grabbed his car keys and two plastic grocery bags. He made sure to pick up both his phone and Techno’s. There were two sets of keys to the cabin, and Wilbur took one with him and locked the door on his way out.
Techno got in the back of the car. Wilbur searched for the nearest hospital on his phone. It was twenty-five minutes away. Wilbur got there in sixteen.
While in the lobby, Wilbur and Techno got a text from Tommy in their Sleepy Bois group chat.
The message read, “techno and will, where are you? are you guys okay?”
“We’re at the hospital.” Wilbur typed out. “I’m okay. Techno is not as okay. We think he has appendicitis.”
Wilbur showed Techno his message before sending it. Techno approved it.
“I want to send a picture,” Techno stated.
He held his phone out and made a thumbs-up with his other hand.
“Will, get in the picture,” Techno said.
Wilbur leaned in to the picture. Techno put on a goofy smile and Wilbur did the same.
Techno sent the photo to the group with the message, “i feel like im dying”.
“OMG should i wake phil up?” Tommy replied.
“no were doing alright” Techno reassured him.
“ok text me with any updates. i probably won’t go back to sleep”
“ok try to get some sleep, ill be fine” Techno responded.
Two hours later, after having his appendix removed, Techno awoke. He thought he heard Wilbur, Tommy, and Phil’s voices in the room. He opened his eyes just barely, because that was all he could manage to do, and saw the three of them sitting next to his hospital bed. It took him a second to remember where he was and what just happened.
“Hey, Phil,” Techno mumbled. He didn’t really mean to say it, but it came out anyway.
“Oh, Techno!” Phil sputtered. “You’re awake.”
Tommy said something about his vlog, and Wilbur told him to ask again when Techno wasn’t so high, or something like that. The doctor told the four of them that Techno may have to stay in the hospital for up to two days so they can monitor his condition.
“Can I go back to sleep?” Techno muttered.
“Yes, you can,” the doctor told him.
Phil, Tommy and Wilbur left, and Techno went back to sleep. Around 10 in the morning, when the anesthesia had worn off and he was well-rested, Techno called Tommy and asked what his question was.
“Oh, I was just asking if it was okay to talk about what happened to you in my vlog.”
“Sure. But make it a good story. Make me seem cool,” Techno chuckled. “You can let Will tell some of it too.”
“I don’t want to worry people though, so make sure you say I’m fine now.”
“Okay, yeah. I think people would be more worried if I didn’t explain why you weren’t here.”
“Yeah. Well, the doctor said I’m recovering well and I should be released by tonight.”
“That’s good. Alright, see you soon. Hopefully. Take care.”
Everything went well and Techno was released from the hospital that evening. He flew back to America the next day as planned.
