Eburnean Tommy Au

XVII - Tubbo And Someone Else

"Hi Tommy, I'm glad to see you," he glances at the ghost behind him, whom his friend is staring at, "Oh, Ghostboo wanted to meet you. Are you alright with that?" he asks as he puts Micheal down and sits in-between the two.

Tommy doesn't react to his friend's question, he just keeps staring at the ghost.

"Are you doing alright?" he takes Tommy's communication cards out of his pocket and puts them in the boys hands, "please tell me something"

He looks down at the ring of cards, (confused, who)

"Th- that's Ghostboo, well, do you remember Ranboo?"

He nods and points to the wedding band on one of Tubbo's horns.

"Yeah, well he, um..."

"He died!" the ghost interrupts, "And now I'm here, You can call me Ghostboo, well I guess you can't call me anything, I was told you can't speak-"

Tommy breath grows shaky and tears pour down his cheek.

"Ghostboo! You're making him cry!" Tubbo hisses while hugging Tommy, "Go see if Phil or Techno need help with anything, or play with Micheal, I don't care, just go away."

He sees Ghostboo float off and turns his attention entirely to his friend, "Deep breaths Tommy, do you need me to get Phil?"

Tommy doesn't respond, only quivers and cries, so Tubbo stays there and waits for him to process things, which he knows will take some time.

Meanwhile, Ranboo takes Micheal out to play in the snow and sees Phil outside too,"Hi Phil"

"Hey, mate. I thought you wanted to see Tom?"

"Yeah, but Tubbo got real angry and told me to leave" he explains

He looks at the ghost, "Wait, why? What happened?"

"Well Tubbo was trying to explain that Ranboo died, but I guess he couldn't find the words or something, so I said it" he cheerfully tells him

"Oh dear, did Toby not tell you what happened to Tommy?"

"No, what do you mean?"

"Well, you know how Dream has the revive book? So, he- look, it doesn't matter, but Tommy's been through more than anybody could handle, he really can't take anymore, and he certainly can't deal with learning his friend is dead. I'm going to go see if I can help him"

Phil rushes into his house, "Ghostboo told me what happened. Is Tommy okay?"

Tubbo looks up from his sobbing friend, with tears of his own threatening to spill, and shakes his head, then he speaks with a quivering voice,

"H- he's barely breathing, he can't seem t- to control his movements, I don't think he can hear me, it's really bad, Phil. I think- I think he's having a seizure or something, please help."

Phil is at his son's side as soon as he sees Toby shake his head, and Tubbo is crying as soon as he starts explaning.

"Lay him on his side; if it's a seizure, he's probably choking himself"

Tubbo does so, and with worry, watches his friend convulse. He gently moves his ivory hair from his face, then caresses his head.

"Is he gonna be alright?" he asks quietly, unsure if he wants an answer.

"He's going to be less flexible, and in more pain, but he's been dealing with those things already. Other than that, he might forget some things, which is probably for the best," he looks at Toby to see that he's about to cry again, "He'll be alright, Tubbo"

The seizure starts to die down, and Tommy slowly but surely returns to his senses. He tries to sit up but shuts his eye in pain, and can't muster the strength to move much.

"Let me help you" Philza helps him sit, or really just lean against the back of the couch.

He gets lightheaded, but can't do anything to let the others know, and he can't move much on his own, so he just has to hope it gets better.

"Woah, mate you look really pale, do you want to lay back down?"

He nods slightly, and opens his eye to find that he can't see, it widens in an attempt to find anything. He feels his skin is clammy and all he can think of is all the times he was left to bleed to death.

Next thing he knows, he's laying down on the couch and Phil is kneeling and softly petting his hair. He turns his head to look at him. He has a tired, sympathetic smile on his face.

"Hey, mate" the two words blur together to be more of just a sound, "Sorry I sat you up, you weren't getting enough blood to your head. Tubbo's getting you some water, it should help with that. But don't sit back up anyways, you don't want that to happen again now, do you?"

Tommy doesn't shake his head or respond in any way, he just starts to cry.

"Awh mate," he says like he did before, "I'm sorry you've had such a rough day"

Tubbo hands him a bottle of water, "What's wrong, bud? What's made you cry?"

"I think he's just real tired of today"

Tom drinks most of it and weakly reaches for Toby.

"I'm sorry Tommy, I really wish I could give you a hug but you shouldn't be sitting up"

"Well we could unfold the pull out bed, then you can both lay down, would you like that, Tommy?" he nods, and Phil carries him to lay across an armchair, then unfolds the bed with Toby.

Tubbo picks up his friend and lays down with him. Tommy hugs him and quickly falls asleep.