I'll Fight Hell to Hold You

Drive

"Paul?" called Tommy as he walked down the stairs. "Could I  go for a drive?" "I won't be gone long. I promise."

"It's alright. Go on. I'll be making dinner." "Be careful."

Tommy took the keys and headed to the garage. Getting in his car, he backed out and started down the road. He was headed to a specific location to see a specific person.

At the house, Paul got involved in cooking and lost track of time. He finally looked up to see the clock. "Four already?" "It's been two hours since Tommy left."

Meanwhile Tommy was finishing up at his point of destination and stared heading home. he felt light headed so he pulled over. Calling Paul, he left an incoherent message and put his head on the steering wheel. 

Paul could barely make out what Tommy had said. He tried plugging into Tommy's phone location but didn't have any luck. He immediately called Gene and told him. "Stay calm! I'll go look for him."

Paul tried to focus on finishing dinner but he couldn't. He called Tommy back hoping he'd pick up. "Tom! Pick up!"

On Tommy's end, he could make out the flashing screen but was too weak to pick it up. He barely heard Gene knocking on his window soon after. "Tom, can you hear me?" 

Gene tried the passenger door and was able to open it. "What happened?!"

"Dizzy." mumbled Tommy. "Bad headache."

Gene took Tommy to his car and laid him down in the backseat before calling Paul. "He's fine."

They talked for a few more minuets before Gene hung up. "I'm going to drive your car back."

Tommy nodded before dozing off. He felt Gene carrying him in the house and laying him on the couch.