SBI oneshots (NOT BEING UPDATED ANYMORE)

Sickinnit

Tw: sensory overload ish? it's just a sick tommy, but based off my experiences of being sick n' shit.
also don't read if you're touch starved, there will be cuddles.

+No pov
You know, normally, the sound of an alarm is supposed to wake you.
And..I suppose it did, but it would go from being to quiet, or too loud.

Tommy cracked open one of his eyes to look at his alarm which was fading between too loud and to quiet.
His room was right under the stairs, so he didn't have a window, which he was probably thankful for because even though he was laid down in the dark- it still seemed to bright. (Don't question why his room in under the stairs, i thought it'd be cool and really tommy-like. he probably calls it the big man cave or sum)
(please, stop saying harry potter. It's upsetting and discouraging to me.)

Nonetheless, Tommy brought himself to sit up, and turn off the alarm.

Though- that's when he realized what time it was.

7:08 AM

Tommy stared at the clock for a good minute before the numbers registered in his head, sending him into a slight panic as he flung himself off his bed— which he immediately regretted cause he has a horrible headache.

He slowly stumbled over to his pile of clothes, which weren't dirty, but in reality he was just to lazy to put away— or as he says: 'big men don't put their clothes away!'. So some of them fell out of his dresser into a messy pile.

By the time he'd gotten over to the pile, he'd noticed he was too warm, and when he picked up a random shirt, the touch seemed to burn his finger tips and leave a slight tingle when he dropped it.

"What the fuuuuckk...."

He, slowly turned to look at his alarm, the time now reading 7:11 AM.

Tommy then decided that he just wasn't gonna get ready for school, he wouldn't have enough time, his head hurt, he was cold, everything hurt to touch and he struggled to breathe.

Tommy got up, walked back over to his bed, and was about to just flop back onto it, before a knock was heard at his door.

The door creaked open, Tommy turned his head to be met with Wilbur, who's hair was lazily sweat to the right of his face, and barely brushed as his curls were still evident.

"Toms, were leaving in 3 minutes, hurry up"

Wilbur looked at his younger brother, then turned on the light, to which Tommy covered his eyes.

"Turn it offffffffffff"

Wilbur chuckled in response to the youngers voice.

"You look like shit." Wilbur stated with a smirk, before leaving and calling Philza in.

After a good 10 seconds, Phil walked in, looked at Tommy with a tired- and slightly sympathetic smile.

"You feeling alright there mate?"

Wilbur had walked out by the time Phil came by, probably by the door waiting for Techno to come downstairs.

Phil walked over to Tommy, who was now sat on the bed, his hair still messy. He pressed a hand to his sons forehead, Tommy tried protesting but gave up.