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Tommy’s almost of his mind being put on bedrest. When Phil and Wilbur are out buying food, and Techno out back sharpening his sword- he lays his plan on Tubbo.
“I want you to help me sneak out. I wanna go outside, being stuck in bed is stifling.”
“What? No, no you got sick the last time we snuck out. You’re still recovering!”
“And I’m bored. Don’t worry, if we get caught let’s just say I threaten to- to untune your ukulele.”
“No. I’m not letting you ruin your health because of boredom.”
“Then I’m untuning your ukulele and sneaking out on my own.”
He stumbles out of bed, his vision spinning. He’s tripping and leaning onto the wall after just a few moments.
“Get back in bed, are you crazy?” Tubbo buzzes.
“Tubbo… please. Everyone else is gonna lecture me on how sleep is important and I’ll get better faster if I conserve my energy or whatever- one venture outside isn’t gonna magically change my health. I’m tired of lying in bed.” He pleads.
Tubbo looks at him, silent. Thinking. He sighs, “Just a short while.”
He nods, “Just for a short while.”
Tubbo helps him sneak out the of the house, arm wound around him to keep his walking steady. A couple of Tubbo’s bees land on his cheek or hair, but he’s getting used to just ignoring them. They’re clingy, like Tubbo.
They make their way down the wooden steps of the front entrance, and pass green grass fading into beige sand.
His head is spinning and his stomach turns with nausea at the smell of wet sand, but it’s bliss.
The sun is distant and weak, offering him no warmth. He wishes it blazed brighter, burned hotter so he could actually enjoy being outside. The breeze chills him and the ocean water feels like pure ice.
He’s loving it, though, It’s refreshing. No more blankets and pillows and worried faces. Just him and the ocean. And Tubbo.
He curls his toes into the sand, knowing it’ll be a pain to clean later. Lets the water run over his ankles, staying close to shore.
“I’m sorry.” Tubbo whispers.
“It’s not your fault. Hybrids… aren’t really supposed to be a thing. Humans and demons, they don’t mix well. I’m tough, though, I can survive anything.” He boasts.
“You’ll be okay… I’ll make sure of it. I promise.” Tubbo says, eyes shining and face stern. It makes him laugh, looking so serious.
“Okay, Big T.”
They don’t get called out even if Phil must have seen the trail of sand left on the front porch. Maybe he understood that Tommy doesn’t do well, locked away in his room all day.
It didn’t change too much, in the greater scale of things. He has periods where he gets less sick, periods where it’s getting worse. The last time he felt this shitty was a long time ago, but his family had been a great comfort and they had heath pots. Now, they have human medicine and bags under their eyes from the stress.
Tommy wakes one night, under the light of a full moon. There’s someone pacing in his room.
“Sorry- sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.
“Wilbur?” He blinks his eyes, clearing them of sleep.
Wilbur runs a hand through his hair, “It’s- I’ve gotta- there’s this- it’s hard to explain. Toms, I hear it ringing and ringing, and it’s important. I’ve gotta- I’ll come straight back home afterwards but this could help you. I just know it, it’s dumb and dangerous but….”
“Wah...what? Where are you going on about?”
“I love you. Be back soon.” Wilbur kissed his forehead, skin cold against his feverish heat.
“Wait- wait, but where?” He coughs, but Wilbur is already gone.