The Crys filled the rooms as The Boy kept grabbing His stomach and He was shaking and moving on the bed. Thomas ran into the room and He ran over to The Boy. "Hey, Hey! It's okay, I'm here!" Thomas said as He grabbed The Little Boy by the arms and tried to stop Him from moving. "Your Okay! Just tell Me what happened!" Thomas yelled and cried at the same time. Thomas tried to take The Boy's hand off of His stomach but The Boy didn't let go. "Please stop!" Thomas said as The Boy kept shaking and moving on the bed. "John! John! Come up here now!" Thomas yelled. Thomas turned back to The Boy. "Shh, Shh, your okay. Your okay." Thomas softly said. John ran into the room and He ran over to the bed. "What's going on with Him!?" John asked. "Just go get A Doctor from town." Thomas told John and John nodded and He ran out of the room.
Time Skip......
Thomas was sitting in the living room when A Doctor came in. "Mr.Shelby, I must talk to you." The Doctor said and Thomas got up and He walked over to the Doctor. "He's a very very sick Boy. His insides are all destroyed, and the reason He was grabbing His stomach is cause His stomach was infected. He's alive but if this happens again, you need to take Him to a Hospital." The Doctor said as Thomas nodded slowly. "I'm gonna give you a list of medicine He needs and I'm gonna give you a list of things you must do to keep Him healthy." The Doctor said. After The Doctor gave Thomas the lists, Thomas thanked The Doctor and The Doctor left. Thomas sat down on the couch and John came into the living room. "He's deadly sick." Thomas whispered and John gasped. "I wish we could change it." John said.
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"Can you?" Thomas said as He looked at John. "No, I guess not." John said as He turned and left The Living Room. Thomas got up and He went upstiars to The Little Boy's room and He went inside. Thomas walked over to the bed and He sat in the chair next to the bed. "Tommy?" The Little Boy said as Thomas looked at Him. "What is it, Buddy?" Thomas softly said. "Am I sick?" The Little Boy asked. Thomas looked down for awhile then He looked back up. "Yes alittle bit. But you'll be okay, I promise." Thomas said and The Little Boy smiled alittle. "Will you stay for alittle bit?" The Little Boy asked. Thomas smiled and responded with. "Sure, I'll stay." Thomas smiled and He leaned up and kissed The Boy on the head. The Little Boy leaned up and hugged Thomas. Thomas quickly hugged Him back, Thomas slowly layed The Boy back down. "You need rest." Thomas said and The Little Boy pouted alittle. "I don't want sleep, Tommy." The Boy said. "You need it." Thomas said and The Little Boy shook His head. "Sleep is for old people, like you." The Boy said as He tried not to laugh. "Oh really? I'm old, huh? You little stinker!" Thomas laugh as He softly tickled The Little Boy. The Boy started laughing, Thomas stopped and He looked at The Little Boy. "Get some sleep, Please." Thomas said and The Little Boy nodded Thomas kissed The Little Boy on the head and He walked out of the room turning off the light and shuting the door half way just to let some light in...
