No, your not fine (A cause for concern)

Ch.12 Tommy: is sick, Sbi: HES DYING! GET A MEDIC-

Tommy was sick.

At least that's what Tommy thinks, he isn't sure. He's been oddly tired the entire time, his nose isn't picking up scents well, his throat is sore but that might just be from crying. He has a few stomach aches, and all in all. He feels like a piece of shit. It doesn't help when Dream forces him to go to work. God knows what the Sbi will do when they find out he's sick.

Tommy shakes his wings, even if they are covered. He hisses when the sore spot from where Dream ripped out a few feathers is jostled. Fucking Dream. Tommy called Dream every name under the sun as he walks past the bus stop. What if they did find out? Tommy thought absently.

Tommy's gaze flickers to some of the gold bracelet he decided to keep on, a few rings, and a necklace for good measure. They were pretty, and shiny and maybe Tommy's bird brain is taking over a little bit but they were nice. The one that Tommy was really interested in was the necklace.

The necklace had a gold chain, pretty, it was braided. The chain occasionally had little diamond shaped rubies woven into the gold, peaking out and shining happily. The real charm was the emerald, it was about the size of Tommy's thumb nail. It was shaped like a square, extremely it's corners were cut off to be less sharp.

It was beautiful.

Tommy had loved it, he didn't know why but this particular necklace he adored. Tommy let out a small happy thrill as he enters the hero tower. No longer scared or nervous, he had brown used to being inside of it. It was like a second home. Fundy greets him at the door, but Tommy must've looked as much as he felt because Tommy grumbled and Fundy backed off.

Tommy felt the full force of his tiredness when he sat down. He had sat down to wait for the elevator to open, Tommy nearly fell asleep multiple times. The chairs were comfy and soft, the carpet just as warm. Warm, he liked the warm. Tommy had been really cold since waking up.

Finally the elevator doors opened with a soft 'swoosh', Foolish was walking out giving Tommy a concerned look as he walked inside. Tommy didn't notice, too cold and tired to think straight. He sluggish lifted a finger to press the button for the Sbi floor, the elevator was moving.

Tommy just crumpled to the floor, tiredness was in full force now and his throat was sore and everything was tipping sideways-

DING

Tommy shot up, adrenaline was starting to pump through his veins. He needed to make sure that the Sbi doesn't find out about how Tommy had a cold. The doors slide open and now Tommy was on the floor, getting tackled into a cuddle was not his first thought about getting out of the elevator.

Tommy saw a tuft of brown hair. Wilbur. This motherfucker!. Tommy decided he was not going to spare him this time. Tommy went limp, closing his eyes just enough so outsiders would think they were closed, but he could still see. Wilbur was panicking, like Tommy knew he would.

Tommy waited, and then pulled his shoulder back and threw himself at the Burnett. Wilbur shrieks, Tommy putting all his weight on the older man. Tommy can't do it for long though, his energy getting sapped quickly. Wilbur eventually pushing him off, Tommy huffed in fake irritation.

"you little gremlin! What did I do to you?" Wilbur yelped, Tommy sat up. He struggled to hold back a yawn.

"you tackled me bitch." Tommy replied, his eyes drooping a little bit in tiredness. Wilbur had a look of concern cross his face but quickly covered it up. Tommy didn't notice.