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||Heat stroke...?|| Thomas One shot

                   "DYLAN WHY THE HELL DID YOU JUST KICK SAND AT ME?!?!?" I yelled as I laid on my back on the beach towel I brought with me to Revere Beach in Revere, Massachusetts. We were going to Comic Con to premiere the new trailer to The Death Cure on our TMR panel the next day which is in Boston so we decided to go to Revere to "soak up the sun" if you will. Dylan and Ki Hong Lee were playing beach football when  Dyl slipped and kicked sand all over me. We all erupted into a massive giggle fit when Dyl kicked sand onto me once again, this time on purpose. After about an hour or so, I fell asleep while laying face up in the sun. The boys didn't realize I hadn't drank ANY water and just let me sleep while they moved on to playing Volleyball with some fans at the beach. I slept for about two and a half hours before waking up from the horrible feeling of vomiting. I ran over to the nearest trash can and vomited up everything I had just eaten that day, which luckily wasn't much. Dyl noticed and ran over to me, worried.

                     "Tommy, wtf?" He chuckled nervously.

                    "I threw up..."

                  "Well no shit!! I meant WHY did you throw up?" He laughed from my obviousness.

                  "Sun...." Then, I threw up again...

                 "WTF?!?! You need to get back to the hotel.... um, let me drive you, I'll stay with you." Dyl slightly laughed at the peeking glare that wanted to show itself from Tommy.

                 "Whatever... just, drive slow so I don't puke into your car..." I tried to keep the rest of my stomach contents IN my stomach. He randomly picked me up and ran to his car, which was luckily close by and shoved me into the back seat, telling me to lie down. I did so and he slowly drove me to our Hotel. When we got there, he carried me up the stairs to our floor, which was the third floor, and ran through the hall. He scanned the doors until we got to our room, C-25, which he opened with our key card and I tapped his arm, singling that I was going to puke. He ran me to the bathroom where I puked into the toilet gracefully. When I finished, I slowly and wobbly made my way to my bed, laid there, and fell asleep again. Dyl checked my temperature and deemed me sick with a fever of 102.9 and asked a doctor to come check me. He woke me up and the doctor looked at me and said that I was having "heat stroke" and Dylan didn't realize I wasn't  ACTUALLY having a stroke and almost passed out. The doctor realized this luckily and said if I had been out there for any longer, I would've had one but this time, I just will feel dizzy and a bit sick. We thanked him and I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow. The boys came home early, wondering how I was and Dyl said the same thing the doc said. Explaining that when I fell asleep, I got dehydrated enough to cause heat stroke. The next day at the panel, I showed up as best as I could and Dylan explained the story and we all laughed about it. This will be just another story that will be told for years at conventions and other TMR events.

(A/N: If you had read my last authors note on my last part, you would know that I had the risk of being diagnosed with skin cancer but I went to my appointment and I DON'T HAVE CANCER so I decided to write a more uplifting and funny story!!! Hope you enjoyed this part!!)