Captured (A Mianite Fanfic)

Chapter 18: Sickness

Tom's POV:

Stressed, I slid against a wall and placed my head in my hands. Eventually, I began shaking softly. Everything was falling apart. My breaths started coming in short, quick bursts. Anxiety rested on my shoulders and refused to sit up.

Then, I felt something sit next to me, then an arm curl around my shoulder. Not caring who it is, I curled up even tighter into a little ball as the persons grip on my shoulder tightened.

"Tom, it'll be okay." the voice, who turned out to be Martha, soothed, rubbing my arm.

"No, it won't!" I cried. "Jordan's gone again! We had one job and of course we screwed it up! It was just pure luck that we got him back last time, and now he could be gone for real. We lost."

"Don't be so pessimistic!" Martha suggested. "We'll figure something out! We just need time."

"And that's the one thing we don't have! We have basically everything, excluding time! We don't have the time or the knowledge to know where Jordan is!" Suddenly, Sonja knelt down next to me and tilted my head up, then placed her hand on my forehead. Her eyes widened after setting her hand on my forehead.

"Tom, you're burning up!" Sonja exclaimed. Martha mimicked Sonja's actions and had the same reaction. 

"Yeah, you have, like, a fever or something." Martha commented, sliding some hair out of her eyes. Raising an eyebrow, I attempted to sit up, but felt a sudden head rush and fell back down.

Oddly enough, the feelings of sickness suddenly washed over me. But this time, it seemed much worse. My vision was swimming and my entire body felt numb. Moaning, I attempted to stand yet again, but failed.

"Alright, we need to get you to Dec or someone." Andor concluded, sighing heavily.

"No, I'm... I'm fine..." I breathed, my eyelids fluttering.

"No, you're obviously not. You can barely talk, you have a fever, we need to get you some medical help." Tucker ordered, grabbing my wrist and attempted to pull me up.

Martha and Sonja helped, and once I finally was standing, my entire head was swimming, almost blurring my vision. Martha quickly grabbed my left arm and Sonja grabbed my right. My legs felt like lead.

I was unable to focus on the conversations at hand, nor could I focus on my own thoughts. With me groaning, my friends ran as quickly as they could without dropping me. Confusion washed over me.

Why did I suddenly get really sick? That was the only thought I could muster until all of the energy got drained out of me and I passed out. 

Martha's POV:

"Whoa whoa whoa, wait!" Andor exclaimed quickly, standing in front of us, preventing us to walk forward. Andor eyed down Tom nervously. Confused, I looked down at the zombie and my heart almost stopped when I saw him.

His eyes were closed and his breathing was slow and heavy. His entire body felt limp. Panic instantly rushed through me.

"Don't worry, he's just passed out. Well, that's not good, but it's not the worst case scenario." Tucker explained, making a motion with his glove-covered hands.

Nodding, we continued to make our way to Dec's place. Only my house and his hospital-house-thing were standing in Dagrun. 

After just a few minutes, the small cottage belonging to the priest came into view. Wag then sprinted over to the door and knocked vigorously on it. 

Once we finally caught up to him, the door swung open, revealing Dec looking tired. The moment he saw us, he was first confused, then his vision went to Tom and his unseen eyes widened. Well, I assumed they widened.