Tom Holland Blurbs

sick (t.h.)

I knew my boyfriend was sick hours before he did. I woke up with Tom wrapped around me like a sloth, his face shoved into my neck and he was burning up. I tried to untangle myself from his grip, but he made a small grunting noise when he felt me move and I knew after he did wake up he wouldn't sleep much because being sick made Tom stress like nothing else. So, I let him sleep a few more hours after I made sure his fever wasn't climbing very much.

I had dozed back off into a light sleep a little while later when my personal heater suddenly disappeared. The bathroom light flipped on and I saw my poor boyfriend almost slam into the counter before basically falling to his knees in front of the toilet and emptying his stomach. I hurriedly climbed out of bed and walked to the kitchen to grab soda and crackers before walking back to our room, standing and listening to see if Tom was still throwing up, knowing he didn't like me hovering when he was puking.

Mercifully he seemed to be done and had moved to leaning his bare shoulders against the cold glass of the shower directly behind him. Tom's eyes were closed and his face looked stark and gray with a slight green tinge to it. I grabbed a clean wash cloth and ran cool water over it before carefully approaching Tom and crouching down next him.

"Babe," I spoke softly, "do you want a wash cloth?"

Tom flinched at my voice, cracking open an eye before groaning at the bright lighting of the bathroom. He looked miserable and I felt terrible for him.

"Cold?" he grunted.

"Yeah sweetheart, it's cold. I got you soda and crackers too," I say quietly, leaning forward to place the damp cloth on his forehead. My hand trailed down his slightly scruffy cheek and his eyes drooped closed as if of their own accord.

"Don't want nothing to eat righ' now," he mumbled, tipping over and putting his head directly in my lap. He was still burning up and I frowned as I ran my fingers through his dark curls and adjusted the wash cloth against his forehead. Tom breathed in shakily before wincing slightly.

Headache, I thought.

"Tom, babe, you need to get back in bed. Do you need to throw up again?"

"No, what's the time? I was gonna go to set today," he mumbled, his breath tickling my bare leg.

"Tom you are not going to set today. You are going to take some medicine and go to sleep," I state firmly. I readjusted his wash cloth again, only to discover it was already warm again.

Tom lurched upright at my words, leaning over the toilet again to vomit. He flushed the toilet when he finished and then used it to lean on as he shakily stood on his feet. He swayed and what little color was in his face left completely, I shot to my feet and helped him steady himself by leaning back against the counter. I took advantage of Tom being leaned against the sink and actually being the same height as me for once and ran more cold water over the wash cloth and dabbed it along Tom's bare shoulders, chest and face.

"Are you dizzy?" I asked him softly.

He nodded his head weakly, grabbing my hips and pulling me forward so he could lean his forehead against my own. He was still too warm. I carefully leaned around him and grabbed some medicine from the cabinet before filling a small cup with water. I came back in front of Tom and tapped his cheek softly. His brown eyes blinked open and met mine before drifting down to the pills and water in my hands. He wrinkled his nose when he saw the medicine.

"Tom, come on you know this will help, I know you hate taking pills but you need this so your temperature will go down. Just toss them to the back of your mouth and drink the water. Then you are getting your sick ass back to bed, no arguments," I cajoled.

Tom reluctantly took the medicine and did as I said. We both turned towards the doorway and he carefully slung his arm over my shoulders as I helped him back to bed. I switched off the bathroom light as I thought about how surprised I was with how easily I had won the argument about him going to set in a few hours.

"Y/N," Tom suddenly piped up.

Spoke too soon, I thought, rolling my eyes as I help him lay down.

"Yes, Thomas?" I used his full name to let him know I would not be swayed by anything he had to say. He sighed as he leaned back into the pillows on the bed.

"I can't go to set can I?"

"No Tom, not today. Maybe not tomorrow either. Do you honestly feel like you can make it to the front door without passing out? I saw you almost eat shit running to the toilet earlier."

Tom was fighting to keep his eyes open and I smiled softly at how much he looked like a little kid in that moment. He blinked up at me blearily, the medicine already kicking in.

"Did you drug me?" he suddenly accused.

"I definitely might have given you the drowsy medicine. You need to sleep, in fact, where's your phone?" I grabbed it from the nightstand on Tom's side and proceed to text Haz and let him know that Tom would not be on set today or any day until I felt he was okay to work. Tom had been working a ton lately and that had probably contributed in part to him being sick right now. The phone buzzed in my hand with Haz's text letting me know he would tell everyone and for me to just make sure Tom got better and to let Haz know if I needed anything.

Tom was completely asleep when I glanced back at him, his mouth hanging open and hair sticking up crazily already. I tiptoed forward and placed my hand on his forehead, relief flooding me when I felt that his temperature was already going down. His eyes fluttered open at my touch and I quietly murmured that Haz was taking care of everything on set and for Tom to go back to sleep. He grabbed my hand softly and tugged at it.

"Can you play wi' my hair?" he mumbled, his accent coming on strong since he was so out of it.

"Of course," I told him, and climbed into bed next to him.

Tom rolled on his side against me and let out a deep sigh as I started dragging my fingers through his dark curls. Soon, his breathing evened out against my neck and I matched my breaths to his, happy that he hadn't fought me like crazy about going to set. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep as well, as the first light of the day started to peak through the curtains.