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Tommy felt faint.
While streaming lore that’s not a good thing.
He quickly grabbed a coke and continued on, privately messaging Dream that they needed to wrap this up quickly because it was likely he was experiencing mild low blood sugar. He’s fine.
He should be fine.
He’s probably fine.
Right?
Dream, rightfully so panicked a little, and quickly wrapped up the bit. Tommy moved onto the next part of his lore that night. It was with Techno, so he should be fine, All he had to do was be still, scared and quiet.
Tommy still felt faint.
His vision was blurred a little, and he was having trouble speaking. The small lines he had in this bit were hard for him to say. Immediately he realised something was seriously wrong. He excused himself quickly and stumbled towards his office door. It was difficult to stand properly. He rubbed his eyes a little and walked towards his cabinet, where he stored things to help with low blood sugar.
He was low.
Way too low.
After 5 minutes he was back to a regular level, but he was still on edge. He grabbed candies and went back to his office. He apologised to a very frazzled Technoblade, and an even more frazzled chat.
Techno attempted to continue with the lore, but his voice couldn’t hide the worry he was feeling for his friend. Due to Techno and Tommy’s character’s not being on the best of terms, it became much harder for Techno to mask the worry he was feeling.
Tommy was still nervous, he had something reading his blood sugar level still attached and was checking it every few seconds. His breath felt heavy, it felt like the world was going to swallow him whole. Grabbing at his head and pounding, it was like he had no control, the monitor was getting further and further away, Techno’s voice getting softer. He couldn’t stop, everything- nothing. He had no control. He was spiralling and couldn’t grab anything to stop.
As well as Tommy was hiding it (sarcasm), Techno unsurprisingly noticed the boy's panic attack. He didn’t quite know what to do, so told his chat that lore was over, and called Tubbo and Ranboo, they were doing lore (divorce arc), and so they had been ready and already streaming. They immediately got in the call, and Tubbo realised something was not fine when Tommy started stuttering saying it was.
They were still in the same house and so Tubbo stopped streaming immediately and ran to Tommy’s office. From there he ended the stream on Tommy's side and helped him out and onto the couch. Ranboo stayed on call and stream to calm chat, and contact Wilbur. Techno helped calming chat, and giving updates on the situation as Tubbo was texting him.
Ranboo finally got a hold of Wilbur, who had already been flooded with Twitter @’s, thanks to Tech. Wilbur was across the city from Tubbo, Tommy, and Ranboo’s house, but as soon as Ranboo got a hold of him, he sprinted to his car and started driving.
His little brother needed him.
Ranboo finally ended the stream, and Techno ended a little later. Twitter was still flooded with worried messages to Tommy. They knew Tommy would be fine, he was just rattled from his blood sugar scare.
As Tubbo led Tommy out of his office and to the couch, Tommy felt he could stand, he held onto Tubbo for dear life. His head was spinning and nothing was making sense. He couldn’t make out Tubbo’s face, but he could see perfectly. He felt like he was going to throw up, but he knew he wouldn’t. He was lightheaded, not being able to think straight. As tubbo sat him down on the couch, the boy curled up into a ball. He didn’t want anyone to see how weak he was. He felt weak.
Tubbo sat down next to him, letting him breathe. Tommy sat up a bit, and smiled.
“Clingy bitch,” Tommy weakly smirked.
“Mhm, sure man,” Tubbo smiled back.
The front door opened with a bang.
“Where. is. he.” The figure standing in the doorway asked.
Tubbo raised his hand and smiled at the man.
“Hey Will!”
Wilbur left the doorway, and ran over to Tommy. Ranboo, who had come out of his office hearing the noise, sighed and closed the door behind Wilbur. Wilbur sat next to Tommy, and Tommy immediately curled into his lap. Tubbo got up and went to the kitchen to make some soup.
“Wil.. I feel so fucking useless..” Tommy cried softly, “I can’t even get through a fucking stream without having a moment.”
Wilbur sighed and smiled at the boy curled up in his lap.
“You’re not useless Toms,” Wilbur smiled, “It’s not your fault you struggle with low blood sugar, and panic attacks are a completely normal occurrence.”
Tommy smiled softly for once, knowing Wilbur meant what he was saying. So what, he had a panic attack, he’s not entirely useless. Tommy curled up tighter and closed his eyes.
Within a few minutes he was asleep.