Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI) (Book 2)

Let Me Take Care of You (Tommy and Wilbur)(1/3)

TW-throwing up

Tommy POV

As soon as Tommy opened his eyes, he knew that it was going to be a horrible day. His throat was sore, aching every time he attempted to clear his throat. His nose was clogged, making breathing out of his nose an impossibility without a sniffle. He slowly sat up, immediately feeling his stomach churn painfully.

He barely had time to race to the bathroom before he felt the puke climb up his throat. Falling to his knees in front of the toilet, he threw up all the food he had eaten the night prior. He threw up for a few minutes, finally leaning back in defeat. He groaned, feeling very uncomfortable. He despised being sick, especially when he was alone. 

He sat there for a few minutes until he heard his phone ring in the other room. Slowly rising to his feet, he wondered who could possibly calling him this early. He stumbled to his bed, laying down in relief before reaching over to grab his phone. It was Wilbur. Why was Wilbur calling him? Glancing at the time, his eyes widened. Was it really almost two in the afternoon? Had he really slept that long? No wonder Wilbur was calling him.

Taking a deep breath, he answered the phone, hoping to sound as normal as possible. He knew how quickly Wilbur got worried about him, especially with him living all by himself. And the last thing he needed was the older stressing over him.

"Hello?" he spoke, ignoring how scratchy his voice sounded. He barely a second to turn off his mic before he was forced into a coughing fit. Once he had recovered, he sighed, knowing he was not going to be able to hide this as well as he would have liked.

"Hey Toms, where are you?" Tommy couldn't help but smile at the nickname. Thinking for a moment, he tried to figure out what Wilbur was referring to.

"What do you mean?" he sniffed, hoping Wilbur would clear up the question.

Wilbur laughed, clearly thinking it was all a joke. "Did you forget about the stream? We're supposed to start in a few minutes." He probably figured Tommy had slept in again.

Tommy muted, again coughing into his sleeve. He knew he would not be able to make it through a stream without Wilbur finding out. But a part of him still wanted him to try. Turning his mic on, he spoke, his voice even more scratchy. "I don-" he immediately went into a coughing fit. He didn't even have time to mute his mic, meaning the secret was out.

Wilbur waited until he was done coughing to speak. "Tommy, are you sick?" he asked softly, clearly already knowing the answer.

Tommy finally caught his breath, wishing for nothing more than a glass of water. He knew he had to admit it, no matter how much he really didn't want to. "Yeah..."

"Why didn't you just tell me? Why didn't you call me sooner?" Wilbur questioned, his voice laced with concern.

"I-I didn't want you to-" he coughed again, still not finishing the sentence. "-worry."

"You stubborn child." Tommy could practically see him rolling his eyes. "Why do you always do this?" he paused, seemingly considering something. "Don't tell me you were actually planning on doing the stream."

"I-" he groaned, feeling a sudden pounding in his head. Could he feel any worse? Wincing, he took a deep breath, keeping his eyes shut. "I-I probably could have made it."

Wilbur stood up, evidenced from the his chair creaking in relief. "Alright, I'm going to grab some medicine and then head over to your place."

"What?" Tommy exclaimed, immediately regretting it as the pounding increased. "Wilbur you-" 

"Your mum told me to look after you and that's exactly what I intend to do. I'm not letting you suffer in a house all by yourself, alright?" Before Tommy could protest again, he added, "Just accept your fate, I'm not changing my mind Tommy."

Tommy sighed, cursing under his breath. Why did Wilbur have to be as stubborn as him? "Fine." He coughed again, grabbing a tissue for his nose.

"Alright, I want you to stay in bed until I get there, yeah? I have my own key so you don't have to worry about the door."

Tommy grunted, suddenly realizing how tired he was. He yawned, not really having the energy to argue. Laying back in the blankets, he let out a sigh. Wilbur ended the call, saying he would only be a few minutes. Burying himself under the blankets, he couldn't get warm enough. There just didn't seem to be enough blankets, even though there were at least five of them.

He just hoped Wilbur would get there soon.

He needed his big brother.

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