(Tommys pov)
Sometime after I fell asleep, and I woke up with a raging headache. After laying in bed for a few minutes I get up and walk downstairs.Wilbur and Phil are already sitting at the counter, I sit down next to Wilbur and Phil pushes a plate of food towards me.
"Hey..."Wilbur greets me awkwardly, I'm guessing Techno told him I heard what he said last night.
I wave back at him and take a bite of food. I feel Phil stare at me for a few seconds before he says,
"Tommy are you okay?Your face is red."
"Yeah I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"He asks.
"Mhm..."
(Wilburs pov)
I fucking messed this up. I shouldn't have said anything. I shouldn't have-I'm broken out of my thoughts by a thud, as Tommy passed put onto the table.
"Holy shit-Is he okay?"I ask, lifting Tommy's head.
"I don't know!"Dad yells, picking him up, and carrying him over to the couch.
Once Tommy's on the couch dad feels his head with his hand.
"Holy shit-He's burning up!"
"What?-"I feel his head too."Holy shit."
Dad runs to the bathroom and grabs a thermometer from the bathroom.
"39.4(103)?!"Dad practically yells."Will go wake up your brother and tell him to meet me in the car."
(Phil's pov)
I carry Tommy to the car and lay him down in the back seat. Soon after, both Techno and Will get to the car. Will sits in the back with Tommy and Techno sits in the front with me."What the hell is going on?"Techno asks once I start driving.
"Tommy has a really bad fever."Will answers.
"Oh."
It takes about a 30-minute drive before we arrive at the nearest hospital. I leave Wilbur and Techno to sit with Tommy as I go to check-in.
"One second."The lady at the front desk says."Alright...Hello, how can I help you?"
"Uh..My son has a fever of 39.4(103)."I answer awkwardly.
"Alright...What's your name sir?"
"Philza Minecraft."
"Alright...and what's your son's name?"
"Tommy Innit. He's my foster child."
"Alright...Is the child currently conscious?"
"No."
"Alright, I'll have a doctor with you as soon as possible."
I go back and sit next to Techno, who has Tommy laying his head on his shoulder. After about 30 minutes of us sitting in silence, and a doctor comes out. I carry Tommy into a hospital room.
"Alright.So,you're his foster parent?"The doctor asks.
"Yup."I'm sitting in a chair next to his hospital bed.
"How long have you been fostering him for?"
"About 3 weeks."
"Has anyone been in the house this past week or anything?"
"A few friends of him and my other son."
"Were any of them sick or anything?"
"Not that I know of."
The doctor stays silent for a little bit, "Could this be caused by stress maybe?"
"Maybe?He's had a hard time adjusting."
"Alright...Could you leave?I'll call you back in when he wakes up. It's just caused by stress, just keep him calm for the rest of the week, and just try to help him adjust more."
"Alright.Thank you."I walk back out to Techno and Will who are both looking down at the floor.
(Tommy's pov)
I woke up, very tired with (again) a very bad headache, except this time, I wasn't in my room. I was in a hospital room.What-what happened?"
"Oh!You're awake!"A male voice says.
"Where's-Where's dad?"I ask. I can barely hear my voice. My head is pounding and my vision is slightly blurry.
"How're you feeling?"The man asks again.
"Whe-Where's dad?"I ask again. I can barely comprehend what's going on, and it's taking all my strength not to pass out.
"You can see your dad soon, I just need to know how you're feeling."
"I feel fine."My words are slurring slightly."I want to see my dad."
I hear footsteps walking out of the room, and I hear someone running in, and a door shutting.
"Tommy?How are you feeling?"I hear Dad ask.
"I could be better."
"I bet."
We sit in silence for a few minutes, me still falling half asleep.
"You should get some more sleep.We're gonna leave in a little bit and you seem too tired to walk."Dad says, ruffling my hair.
I turn back over to my side, and close my eyes."Goodnight
Dad.""Goodnight Toms."I can hear the smile in his voice.
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A Proper Family(Sbi Adoption Au)(DISCONTINUED CHECK OUT @ARSYNCOSPLAYS ON AO3)
Fanfic(Maybe re-continued??) Tommy was far from perfect, he was loud and obnoxious, and...You get the point. To get to the point, he wasn't anywhere near the perfect child. Not to mention the fact that he's almost 16. No one wanted to adopt a 16-year-old...