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It had now been a few days since Tubbo came down with gastro. For the most part, he felt a lot better- not well enough to go to school, but definitely better.
Since Phil was a responsible parent, he made sure Tommy stayed home to avoid spreading the illness to any of his classmates, seeing as Tommy and Tubbo were in separate years. It meant it was less likely for a big breakout.
In all honesty, Phil wasn't surprised when Tommy's appetite became non existent, just as Tubbo was beginning to regain his. It was called Viral Gastroenteritis for a reason.
"You doing okay mate?" The father asked, as Tommy just pushed the food around his plate. Wilbur was currently at work, mostly because he couldn't handle staying inside all day.
The youngest shook his head, unable to even look at his food without feeling ill. He gave a shaky sigh, putting his fork down and pushing his plate away, crossing his arms on the table and resting his head on them.
"Toms, can you please just have a little bit? I can just throw you a Yorkshire pudding in the oven if you want." Phil offered, knowing the offer was odd but offering anyway. The choice was light, tasted good and would at least mean there was something in the kid's system.
Tommy really didn't want to, but he also knew that if he ate something he'd be able to have some medicine. The thought of having something to dull the pain was enough to make him nod, his father getting up, and going to the kitchen.
"Did you catch it from me?" Tubbo questioned, leaving about a quarter of his food as he still was t 100%. He wasn't throwing up anymore, and the cramps had dispersed. He just had the occasional lingering pain.
The younger teen lifted his head with a whimper, looking to his brother. "Either that or some fucker I sit next to." He mumbled, understandably not in the best mood.
Tubbo awkwardly looked down. He had told Tommy that if he spent too much time near him he'd most likely catch something, same with Wilbur, but he never really took a moment for himself.
"Don't blame yourself, I'm the one that wanted to sit in your bed." Tommy reminded, moving his arms so he could hug himself, as Phil came back in with two small Yorkshire puddings.
"Eat these, then I'll see if we've got anything you can have, alright mate?" That was the deal he offered, and Tommy decided best to take it, slowly eating his 'meal'.
Tubbo took his plate to the kitchen, scraping the leftovers into the bin before heading upstairs to most likely nap.
Tommy managed to eat what he was given, Phil wrapping up his original meal in cling film, there was no point wasting it if someone else could eat it later. Then, he kept his word and began looking through the cupboards for some sort of medicine.
You see, he knew Tommy wouldn't be able to have anything due to the circumstances, and the fact medication would most likely further upset his stomach. For that reason, he always kept an infant bottle of calpol- strawberry flavoured of course.
He just hoped the placebo effect would do its job, as he filled up a syringe and went over to Tommy, who was still sat at the table. He didn't care that the kid was 14, he'd still inject the stuff into his mouth.
"Thanks dad." Tommy mumbled, as Phil tossed the syringe into the kitchen, landing in the sink, before pulling his chair out.
"Come on, sofa and film." Phil stated, leaving Tommy to get comfortable while he went to grab blankets, going to invite Tubbo but learning he had already drifted off in his bed.
By the time he came back downstairs, Tommy had picked his spot, which just so happened to be the prime snuggles spot- Phil remembered when all three boys were young enough to sit there together.
"What do you wanna watch mate?" He questioned, sitting down and just letting Tommy hug up to him.
The young teen quietly took the remote from his father's hands, and quickly found Wall-E on Disney+, a childhood classic.
It wasn't long before he drifted off, both from the gentle hum of Pixar and the comfort from Phil's body heat. It may not have been a restful nap, but at least it meant time wouldn't drag.
Wilbur got home and was greeted by the pair asleep, and he resisted the urge to take a blackmail picture, quickly putting 2 and 2 together.
I mean, Tommy being ill wasn't anything he wasn't used to, the kid always seemed to have the sniffles.
Once he’d got changed from his work uniform, he checked Tommy and Tubbo’s bedroom, having a quick conversation with Tubbo who was watching Kitchen Nightmares, then headed back downstairs, discovering Tommy quickly looking through the cupboards.
“What are you looking for?” Wilbur questioned, putting his hand on Tommy’s shoulder and feeling the heat radiating from him.
“I’m gonna be sick.” The teen mumbled, finally finding the old, discarded washing up bowl he was looking for.
Wilbur helped Tommy sit down on the floor, putting the bowl in his lap and gently rubbing his back, just being there to comfort his brother.
It wasn’t long before Tommy coughed up the mess that had been sitting in his stomach. In all honesty he’d felt nauseous since he ate, but he didn’t want to get up.
“You feeling any better?” The older brother asked, as Tommy heavily leaned on him. He was understandably exhausted, so Wilbur just left him to it.
Tommy mumbled something that slightly resembled a “Not really.” He really didn’t feel well- he was hot, he had cramps and muscle aches, and he just generally felt bad.
“How about you go upstairs, Tubbo is up there and if you want me to come I will.” Wilbur offered, giving the teen a moment to agree then helping him up, leaving him to slowly walk upstairs.
As much as he didn’t want to, he emptied the washing up bowl and brought it ip with him. Tommy hadn’t made it to the bedroom, and instead set himself up in the bathroom.
Wilbur understood he might be a while, so he just went into the teens’ room.
He and Tubbo idly spoke until Tommy joined them, lying down in his bed once Wilbur had opened the window and turned the fan on.
“You don’t mind me watching this do you? I can put on something else if you want.” Tubbo offered, already changing the channel as he knew how bad some of the restaurants could be.
Tommy just groaned in response, as Tubbo put on Homes Under The Hammer- something they could all enjoy.
Honestly, it didn’t take long for Tommy to drift off, wrapped up in his thin blanket while hugging up to Wilbur.
When Philza woke up, he immediately went to check on Tommy, being greeted by his three sons sleeping.
He loved the quiet moments like this.