Kiyoshi and Tommy

Fourteen

Kiyoshi's POV:

I woke up in pain coughing. Did I forget to take my codeine? Of course I did.

Wait, the bed feels a bit wet. Checking under the blanket I could see it wasn't from me; but rather Tommy. I shook him a bit, "Tommy, wake up.".

"Huh?" he mumbled, half asleep.

"You're laying in a puddle of something."

"Oh!" Tommy pulled back the blanket so he could see then blushed madly. He put his head in his hands embarrassed.

"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed.

"It's okay, don't worry. I'm gonna go get my dad to help."

As I tried to get up a sharp pain rose in my chest. Yelping I laid back down panting. Damnit, I still need to take my codeine.

"Kiyoshi?"

"Can you get my medicine? It's on the desk and labeled Codeine."

"Yea."

I couldn't really move my head, but I could hear him getting up from the bed and grabbing it. The moment he handed it to me I took tablets and quickly swallowed.

Finally. I sighed then waited for the medicine to kick in. As soon as it did I quickly got out of the bed.

"I'll go get my dad now."

Tommy nodded and I left to my dad's room. Walking in I could see he fell asleep at his desk. Dad looked stressed even asleep.

"Dad?" I tapped his shoulder. He shot up mumbling, "What what? Is there a robber?"

"No, something happened to Tommy."

"Oh, oh."

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Dad almost burst out laughing when he saw what happened. Stifling his laughter, Tommy looked really embarrassed. He was blushing. He looked down.

"Dad, can you please explain?"

His laughter toning down his looked at Tommy trying to keep a straight face.

"Tommy, did you dream of anything sexual?"

Sexual? I'll ask dad about it later.

Tommy nodded basically becoming a tomato.

I stared daggers into my dad as he tried not to laugh.

"Okay so-"

~Kiyoshi leaving the room and a very long explanation later~

My dad opened the door and told me to come back in.

"So, I'll put the sheets to wash and you two should stay on the pull out couch. Tommy, you should also change."

"Okay." Tommy nodded.

I grabbed a new pair of pajamas and handed them to him. Then went downstairs to set up the couch. As I laid down he came down.

"I'm still sorry about what happened."

"Don't sweat it. No one was bed-y for it."

(Haha, this is a joke I made in real life. I know it's real cringeworthy)

He laughed a bit and I smiled. Suddenly feeling fatigued I mumbled goodnight and fell asleep.

~Dream~

Sitting in a meadow with calm music playing in the background. But I was crying. Why?

Then a mirror popped up and I started to cough up blood. I realized I wasn't wearing my mask and I looked at my reflection.

Blood was spattered on the mirror. It formed into a tear on my reflection. Now I smell blood. Touching my face I could feel something thick. Pulling my hand away I could see it was blood.

~Dream over~