Toby's P.O.V:
I stared at him. He was smiling in his sleep, maybe he's thinking of me? I brushed some hair away from his nose and sat back, observing him closely. He hadn't woken up yet, two days of solid rest. Suddenly his face contorted and he let out a groan, dark eyes fluttering open. He went to stand up and I quickly grabbed him as he stumbled.
"Hey! No! No!" I exclaimed, pushing him back. He frowned,
"What?! I'm getting food!" I shook my head violently.
"Get back in bed!" He wrinkled his nose.
"I'm hungry. Not tired!" I tucked him in and kissed his forehead.
"I'll get you some cereal."
Masky's P.O.V:
Toby must've been rushing around like mad, because when he got back he was sweating and twitching like mad. "Here you go." He handed me the bowl.
"What. Happened?" I questioned through mouthfuls. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"I'm not sure. You've been out cold for a few days." I dropped the spoon with a clank.
"W-What?"
And with that,
Everything came rushing back to me.
