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Tommy sniffed, it was Friday today, his throat was sore and he felt fatigued, despite feeling ill he still went to school, he loved school really,
Actually that was a lie he loved the social part of school mostly.
He regretted that, all day he felt ill, the kids in some of his classes didn't make it any better either, the mean clique in his grade usually ignored him but they seemed to bother him more than usual today.
He felt way too tired to defend himself so he let their vile statements flow throughout his mind, he tried not to seem distraught or effected by them, but their words did somewhat hurt him.
...
Tommy was later told to stay in for break-time because he had apparently wrote something "rude" on the whiteboard.
For the record he had been framed and he hadn't done that, sure Tommy was a troublemaker but he hadn't done that.
He didn't even get to talk to his friends or call home his teacher thought he was lying about being sick and not doing this.
Tommy sat at a desk, he opened his lunchbox and began to eat his sandwich slowly, unfortunately, he struggled to swallow chunks of food without feeling pain, his throat felt narrow and blocked.
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As soon as Tommy took the school bus and reached home he dropped his bags on the ground and sank into one of the chairs.
He felt like he was overreacting, he felt so overwhelmed with everything.
He hated his classmates, his teachers, and this whole damn sickness.
Tommy sniffed and his eyes watered.
...
Wilbur arrived home ten minutes later, he was working on a song with his ukulele (for Sally Salmon, the one and only of course).
Wilbur heard someone sniffing and coughing, he raised an eyebrow and walked to the source of the sound, he noticed his little brother mewling, Wilbur rushed to Tommy.
He put an arm around him, "Hey, hey what's wrong? Do you want to tell me?" Wilbur asked softly.
Tommy shook his head as he looked down, "You'll just call me dramatic."
Wilbur frowned, he ruffled Tommy's hair, "You don't have to tell me the reason if you don't want to, just remember I'm here for you Toms."
Wilbur ran his fingers through Tommy's hair.
"Do you want me to play the songs I was working on for you? One of them was made for Sally but you can review it for me," Wilbur grinned.
Tommy gave Wilbur a small smile, he wiped his eyes and nodded.
Wilbur freed his ukulele from it's black case.
"I'll play the Sally's one for first and the one I made for fun second," He explained.
...
"Set the phases to rot What has got you distraught? It's negative attention at best
But call it nothing...." Wilbur sang.
.
"Tears falling down at the party! Saddest little baby in the room," He strummed.
...
Tommy clapped, "The Sally song is really cheesy Wil."
Wilbur rolled his eyes.
"Personally I would make something better, that would give me several wives-" Tommy sneezed.
"Bless you, and I would love to see you try, want to do lyric writing with me tomorrow?" Wilbur offered.
Tommy nodded excessively.
"Here, I'm going to get you some medicine, you should've told me or Phil if you weren't feeling well seriously, anyway, we can watch movies if you want."
Tommy coughed, "Okay, is it the sweet kind of medicine."
"Yeah it is."
Tommy tried to cheer but ended up having a coughing fit.
"Maybe take it easy?" Wilbur chuckled.
...
A few hours had gone by, making it half past four PM [4:30PM].
The brothers had been watching some comedy films and eating leftover pasta from yesterday.
Tommy was resting his head on Wilbur's shoulder, Wilbur had later put a blanket around Tommy and him since it was getting kind of cold and Tommy had been shivering.
"Wil, 'm sorry for being dramatic, the pricks in my class and my teacher were just being kind of rude, I don't know why I was so terrible and got... overwhelmed about it," Tommy slurred due to him being tired.
"It's okay to be upset sometimes Tommy, that's not you being dramatic, your feelings are important, people were being pricks and if you felt hurt, than that's okay," Wilbur shook his head,
"You're my brother, I would never hate you for having valid feelings about something, Phil, Kristin and I love you and want the best for you alright?"
Tommy nodded.
Wilbur patted Tommy and smirked, "Don't worry Tommy you'll always be a big man."
"I already knew that."
"I'm taking that back."
"Aw..."
...
Tommy's soft snores could be heard shortly after.
Clementine, their house cat had leaped on top of Wilbur's lap.
"Hi Clem, Mumza and Dadza will be back at five I think," Wilbur smiled.
Clementine meowed and turned to Tommy, and kneaded his arm.
"Our sunshine has to rest for now," Wilbur laughed.
Clementine curled up on Wilbur's lap and also slept.
Wilbur took one last look at the human embodiment of the sun and smiled sweetly, "Rest well."