Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

America: Concussion pt.4

Techno's POV:

Wilbur looked shocked as Tommy handed me his iPad to stand up. I felt bad, because I didn't want Wilbur to feel like he wasn't good enough. But I would feel worse if I let Tommy have another meltdown that day, when it was avoidable.

"Wilbur look, I'll tell you and Phil all about it later. Let's just get through it for him now. It wouldn't be fair to him to make him more upset if we can avoid it."

"Yea, I completely understand. I just feel bad that I don't understand it well enough."

"Like I said. You understand it more than most people do, and you'll learn the bits you don't. I had to learn bits too."

"Techno? Wilbur?" He was at the bottom of the stairs, fiddling with the headphones round his neck.

"We're just coming Tommy. Can you go and get the pieces of paper with the timetable on it?" I watched him walk of, "thank you. And Wilbur, I've talked to Kristen loads. I'm actually thinking about working with neurodivergent kids and young adults as a part time job. I've started taking a course on it, but most of the stuff with Tommy, I've experienced myself. Not all, but most. Plus, you are designated hug giver."

"I suppose I am."

When we got downstairs, Tommy was stood at the dinning table with a pen, crossing out parts of the timetable. I watched Tubbo and Ranboo take a little interest, mostly out of concern.

"One line will do Tommy. Or you can show me and tell me." He was scribbling over the thing that said movie night for that day. "Can I borrow the pen, to right something to replace that?" He handed it to me. "Thank you. Now, for tonight, I'm putting down pasta for dinner. And for tomorrow I'm putting down..."

"Pancakes."

"Yep, pancakes tomorrow. And another thing we are going to do tomorrow is sort out the routine, okay? I think Phil and Wilbur will agree, when I say we are going to need some modifications and breathing space on these things."

"Yes, absolutely agree. That alright with you Tommy?"

"Pasta."

Is it ok if we change the routine a bit?"

"Yep, but now pasta."

"I agree with Tommy. Now pasta!"

"God! Tubbo! Where did you come from?"

"Behind you."

"Well, I know that."

"See that's the annoying thing about being tall, I can't sneak up on people."

"Relate to that one Ranboo. Now, I think Phil might still be one the phone. Everyone want to help me cook some pasta." Everyone nodded their heads.

"Might be a good idea, to do Tommy's plain pasta first. He's not eaten since yesterday, and that food isn't in his system anymore."

"Got it Techno. Let's leave it at that." I laughed to myself, and Ranboo joined in with me.

Phil came back through the doors leading to the patio. He explained that Tommy's parents didn't have a perfect solution. Hugs, and comfort items. Ranging from foods to his clothes. He was quite shocked (as were Ranboo and Tubbo) to hear my explanation of it, and to see Tommy so happy about everything I was saying. Tommy even told me that he wanted me to explain it like that to his parents. I agreed to write it down; I don't like phone calls.

Wilbur's POV:

Dinner was actually really nice. Tommy was using his iPad to talk the entire time, but was coming up with some amazing jokes. I'm talking quote book jokes. My phone has at least 10 more on it now. Tubbo decided to tell the story about the man we had seen at the shop, which to be fair was also hilarious. But I was just peaceful. Happy. The house is at an almost constant state of unrest, there's always something going on, and it's not always Tommy. It was nice to just sit and have everyone be happy and calm.

After dinner, we found a movie that everyone wanted to watch (which was very difficult) and lay across the sofas, watching it. Tommy did his normal thing of sitting sideways, facing me. And at points throughout the film, I would adjust his legs slightly, to stop them digging into my side.

"Can I go to bed?"

"Yea. Why wouldn't you be able to?"

"Hang on a minute Tommy. Techno, Will and I wanted to talk quickly. You fine with Tubbo and Ranboo being here?"

"They're my friends. Why wouldn't I be fine with it?"

"Of course. Sorry. Look, we were going to wait to talk about it tomorrow, but I'd rather give you the night to sleep on it."

"On what? What did you want to talk about?"

"Do you want to stay in America for the rest of the trip?"

"Yes, please. Sorry about earlier, it was just too much."

"No, it's fine mate. We get it, we just want to make sure you are actually enjoying yourself."

"I am, mostly. Well, not right now, but I will do."

"Ok good. And we aren't going to take you to a hospital or anything, because you seem a lot better. But there's a lot of things you aren't allowed to do after a concussion Tommy."

"But I'm fine. I'm just tired and a little foggy. The dizziness has practically gone."

"No. I'm going dad-mode again here Tommy. Concussions aren't something to mess around with. So definitely for the next few days, no swimming. We'll have to see about that water park we had planned for next week."

"Fine." He sighed.

"Wow. Tommy has accepted something and not put up an argument for once." I was joking, forgetting that it probably wasn't the best time to joke. He got up from the sofa and went upstairs.

"Night Tommy. We'll finish this conversation in the morning."

"Night Phil." Everyone else said goodnight, and I sunk back into the sofa, realising he'd been through enough that day. He didn't need me being an idiot on top of it.

I went to bed not long after, didn't sleep very well, but the problem was of my own making. Early the next morning, I got up and sorted out the stuff for pancakes. Tommy was the first up, and had a huge smile on his face. Weirdly for Tommy, he was dressed already, and not listening to music.

"Morning Wilbur. Sorry about last night. I know you were just joking."

"Morning. And I'm sorry too, I should have realised it wasn't a good idea. Anyway, you excited for pancakes?"

"Of course I am! I've waited an entire day for pancakes."

"Phil would force me to check. How's your head? Any dizziness, pain?"

"Foggy and a headache. I was going to ask for some painkillers, they help with it a little. If I move to fast, I get dizzy. But I think that might be because I've not eaten much."

"Good. Phil can get your painkillers when he wakes up. I don't know where they are. And let's get some pancakes in you."

"PANCAKES!"

"Tommy. Everyone is sleeping." I was trying not to laugh too much.

"Oh, yea. I've probably just woken everyone up, sorry."

"Don't worry. I'm sure they'll be just as excited about pancakes as you are. Might be a good idea to say sorry when they come down."

"Yea, I'll do that."

It's funny, no one really minded being woken up. Techno had gone back to his hotel, despite us offering the sofa. But he was round relatively early as well. We had a hike planned for that day, so we needed to be up early anyway. Phil had talked about missing out on it, if Tommy didn't feel up to it. But from the looks of things that morning: Tommy was itching to get out of the house and do something stimulating.

Tommy had 5 pancakes in total, before Phil told him that if he was still hungry, he should have a piece of fruit. And he wasn't masking, but Tommy was his normal loud and active self. Like after everything that had happened, he had finally settled into the routine of things.

A/n Hey. Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this mini story within the story. I know it was a lot longer, so let me know whether you prefer this or shorter stories. I hope you enjoyed and have a brilliant day.

Thank you,

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