Just us- SBI adoption story (Just me and him book 2)

Chapter 90: heavy

TW- (very sorry, I've been missing these recently) hospitals, injury, abuse

Tommy's POV:

My arm felt heavy and my head and everything. My room felt funny, and my bed felt funny and everything, I didn't like it. Not good funny, bad funny.

"Tommy?" I opened my eyes and then immediately closed them again. That was not my bedroom light. That wasn't Phil's voice. Or Kristin's. Or any of my brothers. Why wasn't I at home?

I cried out, confused and trying to communicate that.

"Hey mate, it's me Tor, can you open your eyes?" I liked Tor, I could feel his hand holding mine and it felt safe. But I didn't want to open my eyes into the bright lights. They were burning my eyes, even when they were closed.

"Is he awake?"

"Yea, I think so. Just pretty bright in here."

"Here try this." There was some movement, and I felt something being placed over me. Tor encouraged me to open my eyes again and when I did I saw his face, a bit away from mine, smiling. There was a blanket over both our heads and the light was quiet enough now so that it didn't burn.

"There we go. Hey Tommy. You feeling okay?" I didn't reply. For starters, I didn't actually know how I felt but I also didn't feel like I could have express myself anyway. My iPad was nowhere to be seen and my hands felt to heavy to sign. My brain felt too heavy to form words. Everything was too heavy.

"His breakfast is here?" Someone else was talking again but I still couldn't recognise their voice.

"Yea, one minute Grian. Just trying to bring him round slowly. Right, Tommy, do you remember what happened?" I stayed still again. What had happened that there was to remember? I'd been to school, worked on stuff with Kristin. We had something for dinner, I don't remember, but I don't normally remember anyway and then I must have fallen asleep and been brought here. I didn't get it, what had gone on.

"Tommy? You ran out into the road and got his by a car." Did I? "You're in the hospital, you're okay. You're safe. I'm here and so is Grian, your social worker remember?"

I sort of half remembered this all now. Not really, but like it was a bit blurry and in the back of my head. 

"Right, you hungry?" I nodded but winced when it hurt. Must have hit my head or something. "Good," he smiled and breathed out really deeply, "there's some food here, let's get out from under this blanket and see what you'd like to eat."

I didn't exactly like the sound of braving life outside of the safety of the blanket but didn't argue, or well couldn't argue. I tried bring my hands up to my eyes as they started burning again, but I couldn't. They both felt too heavy. I looked at them, they were hidden under a blanket. It felt funny. All the bedding felt funny.

"Look mate, toast, with butter. You like toast don't you?" I stared at the food, unable to describe how hungry I was but also unable to explain I wouldn't be letting that butter come anywhere near me.

Where was Phil and Kristin? Or Tubs? Techno or Wilbur? Where was everyone? Even James wasn't here.

"Tommy? Take a bit mate." Tor was holding the toast up to my mouth and waiting patiently. I shook my head, turning the other way, looking towards Grian with a frown.

"Morning Tommy." He said, his eyes drifting up from his phone for only a second. I wanted to go home.

"Tommy, you've got to be hungry mate, come on." Tor was still trying to feed me the toast.

I hummed angrily and tried to cross my arms, but they just felt too heavy. I looked down, where the blanket had moved a bit, there was something white on my arm, I recognised it immediately. It looked just like Tubbo's cast. When Dad happened. Had Dad happened again?