Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

America: Concussion pt.3

Tommy's POV:

I was feeling better. My head was hurting, and very thing was foggy. But I didn't feel sick, and I didn't feel like I was going to be sick. Once that feeling was out of the way, I also calmed down a lot, which helped. And Phil was right, I did feel better after having a bath. I put my comfort clothes on, and lay back down on top of my covers on my bed. There was a large bowl and a towel on the floor next to me. But I didn't feel sick anymore so I wasn't going to use them. I know Techno and said to go downstairs to get medicine, but I just wanted the room to stop spinning as much before I tried walking down the stairs.

I found a slow song on my iPad, and put my headphones on. Staring up at nothing on the ceiling, is one of the easiest ways for me to just zone out. But I couldn't, I just felt foggy. And after falling asleep, for probably no more than 20 minutes, it took me a good few minutes to work out why I wasn't at home. I knew I was in America, I hadn't forgotten, but my brain just couldn't work it out. It was frustrating. And I knew it had come from my meltdown.

I hated it. I had literally injured myself so many times at that point. Nothing quite as major as this, which made me worried, but still. There wasn't anything I could do. Wilbur walked into my room. He sat on the end of my bed like Phil had done when I woke up.

"Evening Tommy. Phil said you weren't well."

"Yea, I was sick earlier. But I don't feel sick now. I just feel tired and foggy. A little dizzy. When I go from sitting up and down, my head goes all funny."

"Oh, well that sucks. And I'm sorry you couldn't enjoy my pancakes, everyone else said they were great."

"Is there not any left? I was hoping Phil might let me have them for dessert or even dinner."

"Feral child. And yea, there is. But I don't think Phil would let you have them. We went out and got some food you can eat though."

"But I can eat pancakes."

"Yea, I know. I meant more about you not being well. Phil doesn't want you eating anything that might make you ill again."

"But I'm fine. I haven't felt ill in hours."

"I'll get Phil up here. This isn't an argument to have with me."

I turned over in my bed, facing the wall. Allowing myself a break, as I went dizzy again before returning to normal. I didn't get why I couldn't eat normal food. I was starving. I hadn't eaten since like 5:00 the night before. Why did Phil have to be such a dad?

"What's up Tommy?"

"Why can't I eat normal food?"

"Mate. Look, it's just for today. If you still don't feel sick tomorrow, you can have pancakes then. There's no point you having food, if it's just going to come up again."

"But, I just wanted pancakes." I went very quiet. I just wanted pancakes. I just wanted something to make me feel at home. My comfort clothes help, but not enough.

"I know mate. I do. But I think it's best if we just start with some plain pasta."

"But, I just wanted pancakes." I was crying again. I didn't know why I was crying again, but I knew I was upset.

"Tommy? Why are you getting yourself so upset over pancakes? Phil says you can have them tomorrow. And tomorrow isn't even that far away." I think he was trying to be kind when he said that.

"I think today has just been too much Will. Pancakes might have just been the tipping point, huh Tommy?"

"I just wanted pancakes."