At Least Pretend To Love Me

5. It was awful

±2300 WordsWhen Tommy woke up he didn't feel much better than the day before. If anything, he felt worse. Like the pills hadn't left his system yet, even after two days. That was probably also why, when he walked into art class, Ranboo and Tubbo gave him a concerned look.

"Are you alright? With all due respect, you look like shit. Are you sick?" Tubbo asked, gaining a light elbow to the side from Ranboo for his poor phrasing.

"I'm great, never been better actually," Tommy replied sarcastically. Ranboo gave him a concerned look while Tubbo tried to pay at least some attention to the teacher who was explaining something about colour theory. Definitely something they already knew, but who really cared anyways.

"Something tells me that that is a lie," Ranboo said with a soft joking tone to it. Tommy simply shrugged it off before trying to pay attention to the teacher. It was hard. "Well, if you want to talk about anything, I'm here for you," Ranboo continued, "Oh- but also, I've got a doctors appointment after this class so here is your lunch already, Puffy made your favourite," Ranboo kindly smiled as he pulled out a paper bag and handed it to Tommy.

Tommy thanked Ranboo quickly, before turning his attention to the teacher for a second time. He appreciated Ranboo, really, he did, but right now he just wanted to be everywhere but at school, or at home for that matter. He was feeling like shit. Like, actual shit, poop if you will. He was nauseous. He had a headache like someone hit him on the head with a brick, it was awful. Tubbo and Ranboo probably weren't the only ones who had noticed it, because after class his teacher asked for him to stay behind, which Tommy found quite annoying because most of the time he'd go to Mr. Foolish's room right after art class. So this, this was just shit.

"Are you alright, dear? You look a little pale," She said with a kind smile. Tommy mumbled something inaudible about feeling 'fine' but once he felt his banana from breakfast rise into his throat he rushed to the trash and threw it up, luckily inside the bin. "Oh gosh, I'll call the nurse and let her know you're coming." Tommy simply nodded before going on his way to the nurses office.

Once Tommy was with the nurse she concluded that he probably just had the flu, but because of a considerably heavy fever she set off to call Tommy's dad. That was enough to set Tommy into an internal panic. Phil was going to be pissed that Tommy had to be picked up from school. It meant he had to miss work and it would all be Tommy's fault, because, well, when wasn't it Tommy who fucked things up?

Since day one Tommy had been the king of fucking things up. No matter where he was or what he did he always fucked shit up for someone else.

When the nurse came back, she still had a soft smile on her face and simply told Tommy that his father would be there in a minute or twenty. Tommy nodded before pulling out his phone, scrolling through social media to try and make time pass by faster. It wasn't really. It was passing awfully slow.

But after twenty minutes, like the nurse had said, Phil appeared in the nurse's office with a kind smile on his face, not looking like he was about to yell at Tommy and cuss him out at all. It was frightening. Tommy did not like how Phil looked totally okay with missing work to take care of his 'wife's murderer'.

"Come on, Thomas, let's get you home and into bed," Phil said with such kindness that Tommy swore he could feel himself wanting to throw up again. Tommy simply nodded and followed his father who put a hand on his youngest son's back.