Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI) (Book 2)

Fall Into Our Arms (SBI) (2/?)

Tommy POV

As they drove Tommy couldn't help but pick at his fingernails. It seemed to be the only thing that could calm his anxiety, though even that didn't seem to work. He couldn't stop himself from picking away until the skin underneath began to bleed.

"Don't worry Toms," Techno reassured, gently grabbed Tommy's hands in his own. "Everything will be fine." The blonde nodded, but his words hardly made him feel better. All he could think about was all those bad memories. The days where he would wake up in the hospital, only to be stitched back together a day later. He could never catch a break. And just the thought of facing those white walls without his brothers was enough to make him sick to his stomach.

Wilbur turned around in the passenger seat, facing Tommy. "It's just a doctor's appointment Toms! And besides, you'll have Phil with you! You know Dad won't leave your side for a second."

Tommy curled in on himself, leaning closer to Techno. "I just... Don't have good memories in hospitals..." The comment made everyone exchange looks, each one of them trying to find the right words to say.

Thankfully, Phil decided this was the perfect time to step in. Looking the rearview mirror, he smiled, "I promise nothing is going to happen, Tommy. We'll be in and out in no time."

"And when we get home we can watch movies all night! I'll make popcorn or whatever you want!" Wilbur beamed, nearly jumping out of his chair with excitement. After all, the brunette would never turn down the excuse for a movie night.

The blonde peeked up at him, "Will you... sing for me?"

Wilbur ran a hand through his hair, knowing full well that his new song wasn't even close to being finished. But looking into those bright blue eyes, he already knew what the answer had to be. "Tommy..."

"Please!"

Giving up the fight, he sighed, "Alright. But you can't judge what I have written so far... It's not even close to the masterpiece it's going to be."

Tommy rolled his eyes, "I don't think you could make a song that I didn't like."

"Tommy, you're biased-"

"More like you're just really good at writing music," the blonde huffed, a smirk evident on his face. For a moment, Tommy forgot why he was scared. In fact he forgot where was going all together. All he could think about was the Wilbur was going to let him listen to his new song. Tommy would listen to Wilbur's music any day. But Tommy always loved it when Wilbur would play just for him. It made him feel loved, cared for.

The car came to a halt in the parking lot, causing Tommy's nerves to come shooting back. His eyes nearly grew to twice their normal size when he realized his brothers had to leave him. Immediately his grip on Techno tightened. "Can't they skip just one day?" he pleaded.

Without even looking up, he could tell that Techno and Wilbur were awing at him. But Phil shook his head, firm with his decision. "They can't miss anymore school, Toms."

Wilbur climbed out of the front seat, swinging his bag over his shoulder. He made his way over to Techno's door, opening it slowly. Techno gently pulled away from Tommy. The blonde attempted to grab his arm again, but he was already out of reach. Wilbur came back over to his side, offering a hug. Tommy was quick to jump into his arms, holding on tight. "We're only a call away, okay?"

He nodded, taking in Wilbur's comforting scent. He only wished it could last forever. But soon enough, Techno was replacing Wilbur with his own hug. Techno's embrace was more stiff, but it didn't come with any less love. "You got this, Toms. You're bigger than your fear."

Tommy took a deep breath, making a decision to pull away. Techno was right. He was stronger this. "I love you guys," he murmured.

His brothers awed, both resisting the urge to hug him again. But instead they waved, shouting back to him, "Love you Toms! See you soon!" And then they turned, disappearing into the dark world known as high school.

Tommy watched after them, feeling strange being so far from them. He wanted so badly to run after them, like he did everyday. But he couldn't and the hand on his shoulder reminded him of that. 

Phil smiled down at him, carefully steering him back towards the passenger seat. They began the drive to the hospital. Again, Tommy began picking at his fingernails, the anxiety building up. Glancing down at the blonde, he grabbed his hand, gently running a finger over the boy's knuckle. "Everything's going to be fine, Toms."

The rest of the car ride was silent. But that didn't stop Tommy's thoughts from raging on. What if something happened? What if they found something wrong with him? What if they found a problem that forced Phil to give him up? What if he started dying-

"Tommy, you coming?" Phil's voice saved him from the rest of his thoughts. He slid out of car, following his father closely as they made their way into the building. Tommy kept his eyes on the ground, attempting to focus on only the tiles. They were similar to the tiles at home, with specks of blue and red. Only these tiles were really only white, covered in dark smudges.

Phil signed him in before they sat together in the waiting room. Tommy's stomach rumbled, reminding the boy of how hungry he was. And just like that he couldn't help but feel dizzy. Closing his eyes, he allowed his head to lean into Phil's shoulder.

The man made no comment, simply looking about the room just as before. Tommy nearly fell asleep, finally feeling comfortable for the moment. But the moment quickly ended at the sound of his voice.

"Thomas Watson?"

Phil gently shook him awake, urging him to stand up. Groaning, Tommy followed the directions. He slowly rose to his feet, ignoring the unsteadiness in his legs. Just one foot in front of the other, he told himself. 

The nurse lead them to a room, talking as they went. Tommy barely noticed he was talking. He was far too focused on not falling over. Phil seemed to take notice of his wobbliness, guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Tommy? Are you okay?" he asked, meeting his height.

For once, Tommy didn't feel like lying. "I feel dizzy," he mumbled, again closing his eyes in an attempt to regain his stability. But it only seemed to make everything worse.

"The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get some food in you," the nurse said kindly. He traced his steps back to the sink where a few vials lay. Phil immediately turned Tommy away from the nurse, knowing he would panic at the sight of so many vials. "I'd like to get started if that's okay with you."

Phil sighed, nodding, "Are you ready Toms?"

Tommy slowly nodded, subconsciously shifting his hand into Phil's. He closed his eyes, focusing on nothing except for squeezing his hand. "Just one vial", he told himself. And then he would be done. Phil didn't have the heart to tell him how many there actually were.

One by one, the nurse pricked his arm, carefully finding the right vein. Each vial was filled to the brim, being placed carefully back into the tray. It wasn't long until Tommy lost count. He felt like he was going to black out at any moment. He squeezed Phil's hand harder and harder until finally-

"Alright, you're all done."

Tommy had never been so relieved to hear those words. But he could barely make sense of them. Looking towards Phil, he opened his mouth to warn him that something was wrong. But he didn't get the chance as he fell backwards into darkness.

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