To Each Their Own, and Their Own to Each

Training Arc

TW: VOMITING AND PHYSICAL FIGHTING

Tommy felt nothing but pain for the next few days. Phil had given him the guest bedroom to turn into his own after he had gotten better. The couch was getting annoying anyways, but he wasn't going to complain. Tommy didn't think Phil should be as healthy looking as he did, but at least he wasn't dying.

Tommy stayed locked in his room. He only came out to use the bathroom, not even food. The others had attempted to get him out a few times, but eventually gave up after they realized he just needed a bit.

He couldn't stop thinking about the bodies. He had to have summoned them, but from where...? Had he killed innocents? Taken them away from their families forever?

He felt sick, bile rising in his throat. He burst out of his room and dashed towards the bathroom.

Techno heard footsteps from upstairs as he was cooking with Phil, followed by the slam of a door. He turned away from the vegetables he was cutting (the ones in the garden hadn't nearly finished growing yet so they were stuck with the ones from the market) and promptly ran up the stairs to whatever was happening.

Techno's heart almost melted (almost) when he heard who he assumed was Tommy retching his guts out. How did he even have anything to puke? He knocked lightly on the door when the noise ceased.

"Toms? Are you sick?" He said as softly as he could. He wasn't as good at comforting anyone as Wilbur and definitely not as good as Phil.

He heard a muffled cry from Tommy on the other side of the door.

Tommy felt every emotion he'd felt from the events of the past couple weeks come crashing down on him for the umpteenth time.

"Toms? Are you sick?"

That was definitely Technoblade. He let out a choked cry as he flushed the toilet, all the mess swirling down the drain. He coughed again.

"Tommy? Please, answer." Techno knocked again.

Tommy stared at the door for a moment before opening it a crack and peaking out.

Techno had the same neutral face he always did, but he saw the clench in his jaw.

"Please...help"

"Open the door." Techno mubled softly.

He opened it wider. Techno reached out a hand. Tommy took it.

He could tell Techno didn't know what he was doing with how tense he was. Techno pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around the boy. Tommy returned the hug and they stayed still like that for awhile.

Techno was warm. Tommy remembered how there were a lot of people who weren't. There were a lot of people who wanted him dead from the towns he had passed through.

Tommy wondered briefly how much the others knew about the more modernized life outside the city. Phil said it himself, the city was a God's safe place where everyone lived in harmony. Why leave?

The towns outside had really started to resent gods. After they had found out that they actually exist and they straight up hide from them in this city nobody could find, they thought ill of most gods. Tommy thought it was pretty pog that he was written about in a few sparse books he'd found over the years, but when people recognized him, he was hunted down. They were never able to find him, but he was always terrified nonetheless. He hoped that would never happen again. He couldn't imagine Techno, Phil, or Wilbur being hunted.

Techno was first to pull away and they just stared at eachother awkwardly for a moment. Tommy wrapped himself in his own arms.

"So...anything I can do?" Techno starts, rubbing his neck.