The Boy made of Light. (Sometimes it hurts to be a flame)

Chapter 4: Maybe, just this once, I'm not a big man...F*ck being sick

//TW: Mostly fluff and comfort! Not much angst for today! Your safe for now reader
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//Tommy POV:
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  I've been here for a little over two weeks now. This is the longest I've ever stayed at a home. I can feel myself getting attached and I hate it.

  I hate how when I get scared, my first instinct is to run into Phil's arms. I hate how I immediately calm down when Wilbur plays guitar and sings for me when I can't sleep. I hate how much I enjoy gardening with Techno as he teaches me about all the plants. I hate how when me and my (foster) brothers are just enjoying each other's presence in the yard, I feel so at peace. I hate that when they hug me my heart feels so warm and I melt into their arms. I hate how much I want to stay.

I hate how much I don't hate it at all. But most of all, I hate that this is only temporary, and any day I'm going to be leaving.

  Which is why I make the decision to isolate myself so I don't grow even more attached....

This plan immediately backfires. Because when I wake up on Sunday morning, I feel like absolute sh*t.

  I sit up drenched in a sweat, but I am so cold. I hear a voice outside of the door asking if they can come in. I groan and the door opens. It's Wil.

  You see, the problem is that when I'm sick,  I don't seem like the big man I am, and I am in fact a big man.. It's just that when I'm sick, all I want to do is curl up into a ball and be comforted and held. But at the same time I am incredibly b*tchy, more than usual. Because I do not handle being sick well. It's seriously embarrassing.

"Hey Toms, Phil was wondering if you wanted to- Woah you look like sh*t," Wilbur cuts himself off.

"Gee, thanks d*ckhead. I feel like sh*t too," I groan. I despise being sick. I hate not being able to breath through my nose. Ugh, I promise that when I'm not sick anymore I am going to appreciate having a clear nose so much more. He walks over and sits next to me, placing a hand on my forehead.

"Oh my god Tommy, your burning up!" Wilbur shouts. I groan and cover my ears. He immediately quiets down and apologizes.

"I'm fine, I can handle myself," I say, but at the same time I subconsciously lean farther into Wilbur's side.

"Hm, I'm gonna go get you a cold rag," Wilbur completely ignores what I said.

"No, I'm cold," I whine while cuddling into his side making him giggle.

"Look at you being all clingy, aww," He taunts.

"No, shut up, I'm a man, I'm not clingy," I say while scooting away from him. I frown at the loss of contact though. He laughs.

"Aww, Tommy, it's okay, you can have all the cuddles you want once I get you a rag and some soup," he assured while running a hand through my hair. Again, my body betrays me and I lean into his hand.

"I'll be right back, I'm gonna send Tech in here," he explains. He walks away leaving me alone again.

I sigh, accepting my fate. I hug myself and pull the covers over my head. I let out a loud groan, then immediately decide against it because my throat starts to burn.

Techno walks into the room. I mumble a hello. I am interrupted by all of the covers getting ripped off of me.

"Oi! Screw off!" I yelp. Immediately regretting it because of how sore my throat is.

"Tommy, you are literally sweating. Your going to overheat idiot," he scolds while ruffling my hair. I let out a sigh.

Phil and Wilbur walk into the room, Wilbur is holding a bowl full of water and a towel. Phil sets a bowl of soup on the table. He frowns and pulls up a chair beside me.