Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

America: Concussion pt.2

Techno's POV:

Tommy wasn't in his room when we went back up. He was still sat in the bathroom, leaning up against the cabinet for the sink.

"You alright mate?"

"Dizzy. Head hurts."

"Ok. I've got some painkillers for you, we'll see if they help. Do you want to freshen up? Shower or bath? It might make you feel better." He shrugged his shoulders, Phil was handling this in true Dad fashion, and that was sort of what Tommy needed. Not feeling well, and in a fragile state of mind, he just needed someone to help him do practically everything. I understood. Sometimes, with my ADHD, I wouldn't cook or -of course- eat; I would just order takeaways online. My brain just wouldn't do it.

"Look it's up to you mate. Either way, I think it would be a good idea for you to wear your trunks, in case we need to help. Rather keep your dignity, and our credibility. Don't want you passing out, and us having to explain when the others get back." Tommy nodded, and slowly stood up, holding on to Phil's shoulder. "It's alright, I'm not going anywhere if you don't want me to. Okay? Just calm down for me. We can do a bath instead of a shower, if that works."

"Bath please."

"Thanks for making a decision. You go and get changed and I'll run it for you. Soap or no soap?"

"No soap thank you."

"Got it."

Tommy walked over to me, trip over his own foot, and nearly falling face first. I caught him, and then kept my hand on his shoulder, walking back to his room. He needed to know someone was still there. "Where are you swimming trunks Tommy?" He walked over to his wardrobe and from there, I found his swimming trunks and a towel. "What do you want to wear afterwards?"

"Hoodie, and shorts please." I picked out a random one of each, and put them on Tommy's bed, next to the swimming trunks and towel. "No thank you."

"No thank you to what?"

"No thank you."

"Phil?"

"Yea?"

"Could use some help?"

"Coming." He appeared at the door, "what's up?"

"He said a hoodie and a pair of shorts, but now he's saying no thank you."

"Where's the iPad? Tommy, can you type what you would like, for Techno?"

"Hoodie and shorts please."

"Thanks for telling us mate. But is it a specific hoodie and shorts?"

"Comfort clothes."

"And there is my answer. Thanks Phil, thanks Tommy. Wilbur told me about these." I got Tommy's old Philza mercy hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants type shorts out the wardrobe. "These what you wanted?" He nodded. "Great. I'll leave you to get the swimming trunks on."

I closed the door on my way out, and stood in the doorway of the bathroom, checking my phone. "Uh, Techno?" I turned round, Ranboo was stood there.

"Hey Ranboo."

"Hey. Oh and hey Phil. Look, is Tommy alright? Only he was really upset yesterday, and he didn't sleep the day before and now he's sick."

"Tommy is just not having a great time with it. It's fine, we can all help. Don't worry about it too much. We always knew this was going to be a difficult 2 weeks for him, but he was desperate to come, and we weren't going to stop him. Give it a few days and he might settle into all the new things."