Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI) (Book 2)

Skipping in the Rain (SBI)(2/?)

Tommy POV

Tommy groaned, peeling his eyes open. Sitting up, he instantly felt it. Sores crawled down his throat. He sniffed, quickly noticing that his nose was clogged. Laying back in defeat, he rolled his eyes. Why did Phil always have to be right? His heart began to pound. Phil hated when he was sick. Maybe it wasn't that bad, maybe Phil didn't need to know.

He cleared his throat, falling into a coughing fit. Wheezing, he tried to catch his breath. When he finally did, he heard voices outside his door.

"You think he's sick?"

"Obviously!"

"Do we tell Phil?"

"No! You won't tell Phil!" Tommy called. The last thing he wanted was to bother Phil. Besides, it wasn't that bad. A glance in the mirror told him otherwise. He looked like a corpus, with dark moons under his eyes and pale skin. 

He was so invested in his horrible image that he didn't hear the creak of the door. Techno shook his head in disbelief. "Uh Toms, we're going to have to."

Tommy whipped to him, "We can't! You know how worried he gets. He'll come home instantly!" A tickle caught in his throat, forcing him into a coughing fit. Wilbur offered him a glass of water, which the blonde took gratefully. A look of worry passed through the brothers.

"Tommy, you sound terrible. It's probably best if he knows." Wilbur pointed out.

Techno nodded in agreement. "Besides, he's going to find out when he gets home anyway. And then he'll be upset that we didn't tell him." He reached his hand out, feeling Tommy's sweaty forehead. He sighed, "You're burning up Toms."

"I'll be fine." Tommy pushed his hand away. "I just need some-" his eyes watered as he went into another coughing fit. Again, Wilbur offered him the glass of water which he took. "I just need some rest." 

"I think you're going to need more than that." Techno commented with a stern look. 

The blonde bit his lip, annoyed that Techno could be right. But he wasn't willing to give up quite yet. Suddenly jumped up, a new idea in his head. "Why can't you just take care of me? Until Phil gets home?"

The pinkette raised an eyebrow. "Tommy, Wilbur and I have to work. And with all the days we missed last week, we can't afford to miss any more." At his brother's disappointed look, he added. "I wish we could Toms, really I do. I'll just call-"

"No! Please." Tommy begged, again causing the exchange of looks between Techno and Wilbur.

"Tommy, you know Phil won't have a problem taking care of you." Wilbur reminded him, sensing that there was more to what was going on. 

Tommy shook his head. He knew he was a bear when he was sick. Phil shouldn't have to deal with that. "It shouldn't be his job..."

Techno looked down at his brother. "He's our father, Toms. It's his job to take care of us, alright?" Slipping his phone out of his pocket, he put it up to his ear.

"Can I call him at least?" Tommy asked. Techno hesitated before handing his phone over.

"I'm going to get you some more water." Wilbur stood up, the now empty glass in his hands. He headed out of the room.

The pinkette glanced at the clock, a jolt of panic rushing through him. "I have to go get ready!" He raced out of the room, hoping to beat the time.

Now alone, Tommy stared down at the phone. He didn't want to bother Phil, he really didn't. His finger hovered above the call button. Did he really have to do it? A chill ran down his spine, reminding him it was necessary. But it didn't convince him. The scared part of him told him no. Phil probably didn't want to take care of him. He was only being a burden.

Turning the phone off, he glanced at the clock. He could handle being on his own for four hours. It wouldn't be the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Footsteps came from down the hall. "What did Phil say?" Techno's head popped through the door. 

"He's on his way." the blonde lied, coughing in his sleeve.

Techno hesitated, studying the boy. Stepping into the room, he held his hand out. Tommy was quick to give the phone up, the guilt weighing down on him. "Call me if you need anything, alright? I'm not too far away." He ruffled the boy's sweaty hair before leaving the room.

Tommy watched after them, satisfied with what he did. He wouldn't burden anyone. The sick boy climbed back into bed, sniffing. He wasn't that sick, he concluded.

But he was unaware of the watchful eyes from the crack in his door. Techno knew exactly what Tommy was doing. He had done it himself on several occasions. Shaking his head, he put his phone up to his ear.

"Hey Phil, it's Techno."

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