Vibrant red, with yellow in the middle and blue near the end. Tommy turned, glancing at himself in the mirror. He stumbled, his center of gravity off for some odd reason. His pants were still wet, and he wanted to change. Tommy groaned, finally forcing himself to get up. Something warm was draped across his back, and it felt oddly comforting. Tommy was laying in a puddle of lukewarm water on the cool bathroom tiles, hands tangled in his damp hair. He was probably crying, and he had a suspicion that he screamed.Īfter what felt like an eternity of the worst pain he had ever felt, it finally ebbed away. He collapsed on the ground, curling into a fetal position. The only thought he had was Why does it look like there’s something under my skin? before blinding pain racked his body. Tommy turned to look at his back in the mirror. He pulled a towel over his shoulders, before taking it off moments later because it irritated his back. His back was still hurting the tiniest bit, although it was mostly numb with the help of the water. His fingers and toes had become a little too pale for comfort, and he could hardly feel them. He cranked it as cold as it could go.Īnd that was how Tommy found himself standing in the shower, shivering, with his pants still on.Īfter a few more minutes of shivering, Tommy turned the water off. He fumbled with the handle on the shower, finally getting to work. Tommy shoved the door to the bathroom open, almost tripping over the side of the bathtub. They had gone a week ago on a business trip and weren’t supposed to be back home for another four weeks. His parents weren’t home to question him. He kicked off his shoes and socks but didn’t bother taking his pants off, stumbling off to the bathroom.
The first thing he did when he staggered into his house was fling his shirt off. Wearing his shirt was almost unbearable, but Tommy wasn’t about to take his shirt off in the middle of the sidewalk.
Tommy quickly said his goodbyes to Tubbo, before taking off back to his house.Īt this point, the itching had become horrible and painful, and he couldn’t wear his backpack. It was like a blessing from the heavens when the bells finally rang. Tubbo dropped the topic after that, seeming preoccupied with his own thoughts. Of course, Tubbo noticed, but Tommy made up an excuse about his shirt being itchy. None of his friends seemed to notice the way he was acting, which was good. He idly wondered if he somehow came into contact with poison ivy. Looking at his back in the mirror, he saw that the rashes had gotten larger and redder. After shoving the trashcan under the door handle, because he was not about to let someone see him and freak out, he took off his shirt. He snuck away to check on his back during lunch. Every so often there would be a large spike of pain that sent Tommy reeling.
His back constantly itched, and the awkward position they were in prevented him from scratching them.
Besides, “I got rashes on my back!” was one of the weakest excuses for not coming to school. Still, he pulled a shirt on and thought nothing of it. Waking up with two rashes about where his shoulder blades were? A bit weird, especially since he was certain he hadn’t done anything to aggravate them.
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