I'll Fight Hell to Hold You

Doctor's Visit

Paul was holding Tommy's hand when he came to. "Baby? How long have you been having headaches?" "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Awhile. They come and go." whispered Tommy.

Paul held a cold rag to Tommy's head as he helped him sit up. "Come on, I'm taking you upstairs and getting you in bed." "I'll bring you something to eat."

Upstairs, Tommy vaguely felt Paul taking off his shoes and tucking him into bed. He hoped Paul didn't start asking questions. He felt better after sitting up for awhile. Paul fed him while sitting on the bed. "How do you feel now?" 

"A bit better."

Tommy asked for help getting into the bathroom to take a bath. He could smell vanilla after a few minutes. Not wanting Paul to see him completely undressed, Tommy waited until Paul left to finish undressing.

He slid into the tub and laid there. His stomach was cramping and his head was killing him. Paul was waiting in the bedroom for him. Seeing how pale he was, he immediately put him in bed and called a doctor.