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sbi + tubbo and ranboo/sick

hello hello! i've been sick for the past week with an ear infection and sinus infection, so today is the second day i've been home from school, and i decided to write whilst watching a tommyinnit marathon. i'm kinda projecting here lol enjoy!

high school au, american school system

cw: dizziness, sickness symptoms, swearing, food, pain meds

tommy woke up with a feeling of uneasiness, which wasn't normal. when he stood up to use the bathroom and brush his teeth, he needed to hold onto the wall because he was so dizzy from standing up so quick.

"fuck, why don't i feel good?" tommy muttered to himself, holding his head with his free hand, and stopped walking. "what the fuck? ughhh, ew." 

"tommy, it's time to get up!" phil yelled up the stairs, hurting tommy's ears. 

"coming phil!" tommy yelled back, cringing at how crackly his ear was when he swallowed. as he was changing into a sweater and joggers, he got really dizzy again, and chugged the rest of his water bottle from his nightstand, giving him another headache. when he walked down the stairs, he could barely stand up properly. he tried his best to not look pained when he sat down at the dining room table, and it worked. phil, wilbur, and techno had no idea that tommy was in pain. by the time techno, wilbur, and tommy arrived at school, tommy was basically asleep in the backseat. 

"tommy, c'mon, time to go to schooooool!" techno said, voice rising in volume and not pitch. 

"ehhhhhhh, noooooo." tommy whined, head flopping to and fro in the backseat. 

"c'mon tommy, you don't wanna be late for first hour, do you?" wilbur said, a patronizing tone in his voice.

"ugh, fine. i'm coming." tommy said, grabbing his backpack from the seat next to him and hopping out of techno's car. they walked the .25 of a mile from the parking lot to the school, and split off to go to their friends. the first person tommy saw in the hallway that he knew, was his two best friends, tubbo and ranboo. 

"hey tommy! how are you today?" ranboo asked, slipping down his mask and taking a sip of his iced caramel macchiato.

"i'm eh, how are you two?" tommy asked, slipping on his mask and walking next to tubbo. right as he started walking, he had another dizzy spell, making him stop immediately in his tracks, holding onto tubbo's shoulder.

"toms, you okay?" tubbo asked, reciprocating the shoulder touch.

"it's nothing, just a bit dizzy is all. i'm good now, thanks though." tommy replied, obviously lying straight through his teeth. once through all the classes and in the car, tommy tore off his mask and leaned back in the seat, almost falling back asleep. though he could barely register what was going on, he knew music was playing, the first act of hamilton to be specific. by the time they got home, tommy saw mumza's car in the driveway, and woke up a bit more. the three walked into the house, seeing mumza at the breakfast bar doing work on her laptop and phil doing dishes at the sink.

"hi mumza! how was work?" tommy asked, sitting at the dining room table directly behind mumza, and pulling out his laptop.

"it was good, thank you tommy! you don't sound good, are you doing alright?" mumza asked, turning 'round to face tommy.

"yeah? why wouldn't i?" tommy said, cocking his head to the side, and scrunching up his facial features in question. being an actor on a minecraft server, his acting skills are impeccable. 

"alright, just checking..." mumza said with an unbelieving look.

"alright, mates, dinner is done! we are having spaghetti!" phil called. the twins came zooming down the staircase, wilbur almost falling over techno's feet. 

"thank you, dadza!" all three boys call, defining tones of their voices being heard. they all dug in to the spaghetti, tommy not eating as much as he usually does, which was a bit concerning. they all thanked phil and put their dishes in the dishwasher, going to do their own things. wilbur and techno went to go do their homework, and tommy went up to his room to allegedly do his homework, though only taking two advil and laying down on his bed. he fell asleep quite quickly, and woke up to phil shaking his shoulder.

"whaaaaaat, phil?" tommy grumbled, rolling around to face phil, not realizing how congested he sounded.

"oof, mate. you don't sound well, want me to take you somewhere? do you want to take the day off of school?" phil said, voice softening, seeing his youngest son being so sick.

"yeah, yes please." tommy said, voice a bit lower, and congested, ear cracking again.

"alright, mate. i'll call you in, and take you to urgent care." phil said, sitting down on the edge of tommy's bed and carding his hand through tommy's hair.

"thanks, dadza." tommy replied, quickly falling back asleep.

wc: 815