Tommy felt good about waking up this morning. He thought that he was already doing good at making amends. Today was Bad's turn.
After getting ready and about to leave his house, he started coughing again this time much worse. He was practically leaning on his door for support since his legs were going numb. He then heard someone walking up to his door, he tried to remain quiet whilst coughing but it didn't work
He then heard the person knocking on his door. 'Shit' he thought to himself. He tried to peek through the door window to see who it was, but he couldn't see shit.
"Tommy? You ok in there?"
It was Skeppy....
"Yeah! I'm-"
His stomach felt like it was stabbing him, he felt worse every second
"Tommy? You sure your ok?"
"Yep! I'm fine!"
He said with whatever voice he had left
"You sure? You sound terrible"
"I'm fine! I promise!"
He was hoping that Skeppy would just take his word but he didn't
"Yeah, no, I'm not buying that. You sound like your being murdered or something"
Tommy sure felt like he was. But by his own body
"I swear I'm fine!"
He said followed by a mouthful of blood coming out. At this point he wasn't even coughing blood up, he was practically throwing up blood
"Yeah, no, open this door now"
"I'm fine-"
The door was then flung open causing Tommy to fall slightly. Skeppy stepped in and saw how awful Tommy looked. His skin was basically white, his eyes were turning red and he had a hand full of blood
"Jesus Christ Tommy you look awful!"
Skeppy said whilst using his hands to support Tommy before he falls over. Skeppy takes a quick look around and places Tommy on a chair nearby. Sleppy then kneeled down infront of Tommy after making sure he wouldn't fall off the chair
"Alright, tell me right now, what the hell is going on?"
Skeppy said demanding to know why Tommy looked like shit
"Fine..."
Tommy look one last breathe before speaking
"I'm dying... I don't know how long I have left... which is why I'm trying to make amends with everyone before I die...."
Skeppy looked at Tommy in pure horror
"Why haven't you told anyone?!"
"I did... I went to Puffy to find out what's wrong..."
He then stared coughing into his sleeve, trying to not get blood everywhere
"Does anyone else know? Does Tubbo know?!"
Tommy then had a look of guilt
"No... he doesn't...."
Skeppy then sat down on the floor with his legs crossed
"There has to be something that can be done. You can't just simply die now"
"I wouldn't be saying I'm dying if there was something that can be done..."
Skeppy put one hand on his forehead
"Jesus... why haven't you told anyone?"
"I don't want to people to worry.... I want my last moments with my fitness to be happy.... not worrying over my life...."
