So Alone…

He felt sick. He sat up suddenly, instantly regretting it as pain wracked his skull. He opened his eyes to see stars but they soon faded, he placed his hand in front of him and grew frightened when he couldn't see it… He was blind. Was this because of his concussion. Fear shook his young body to the core. He began to panic, he called out for Vicki and looked around and saw a shaft of light coming from under the kitchen door.

He sighed in relief that he wasn't blind, he was just an idiot in the dark. He realized that he had called out for Vicki for help, and that made him feel very embarrassed. He really hoped that she hadn't heard that desperation in his voice. He looked around, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. It was night time and the house was eerily silent.

Timmy turned on the lamp. The light was so bright, his head was killing him. Where was Vicki? The house was dead silent as he walked around, none of the lights were on except for the kitchen, and he peered inside to find no one. He rubbed his head, he couldn't remember the last time he was truly alone. Whenever Vicki left, his family was here, if they weren't here, he had Cosmo and Wanda, or his friends. But now? He was completely alone.

Timmy felt a tightening in his chest, he was very scared. Wanda and Cosmo were gone for who knows how long, his parents had ditched him for months of warm sand and sunny beaches. His friends were having a great time while he was here with a concussion. Worst of all, now, the one person he had never expected to take real care of him was missing, Vicki had completely disappeared.

He was really starting to panic now, his breathing hitched as he shuffled around the house. Everything was blurry. Was he crying? He cried out her name, there was only silence. He cried out again and again, each time sounding more desperate as he searched the house. He felt like a stupid little kid but he didn't care, he was scared and alone. The sound of an engine could be heard from the front of the house, Timmy ran to the window to see a car pull up out front.

Timmy shambled over to the front door, he opened it and saw Vicki getting out of her beat up little car. She saw him and her look changed from disgruntled to worried in a flash. She was about to ask him what he was doing up when he collided into her almost knocking her off her feet. He wrapped his arms around her waist and cried into her stomach. She immediately hugged him back without hesitation, completely confused by the situation.

"I woke up, and you were gone! I was all alone…" He cried in between sharp breaths.

She hushed him and gently tussled his hair in an awkward attempt to calm him. Surprising to Vicki, it worked, Timmy had started to calm down."I went to go get my things since I would be watching you for so long... Let's get you inside, you're going to get sick if you stay out here like this." She looked at her watch, "You need to take your medication and get some rest. Let me just get my things." She struggled with two heavy looking suitcases, Timmy wanted to help but she wouldn't let him.

She huffed as she set the suitcases down in the living room. Timmy's head was really starting to hurt, he was stumbling a bit when Vicki swooped him off his feet and started carrying him up the stairs.

She was sweating as she grumbled, "Don't say a word."

Timmy didn't really know what to say, so he simply stated the obvious, "You're carrying me."

She huffed halfway up the stairs, "Good job eagle eye. What did I just say? You need to rest, you're really not looking well and I honestly don't think you can handle stairs at the moment."

She continued to carry him down the hall once they got upstairs, "We're not on the stairs anymore, you can set me down now. Besides, you're sweating, aren't I a little heavy for you?"

Vicki grew a smirk on her face, "It's the suitcases, not you, and you're not that fat…yet. Besides, I'm not gonna risk it. I shouldn't have left you alone in the first place, that's already happened one too many times to you today." Timmy was sure he heard sorrow in her voice. She set him down in his bed.

She was silent for a moment before she looked at him with a cocked head, "You've been asleep all day..." She rubbed the back of her head, sounding awkward and concerned, "do you want me to make you anything to eat?"

Timmy shook his head, he had propped himself up and was resting against the head board as he took his medicine. She sat next to him at his bedside, his headache was already starting to go away and he was steadily growing tired... He was still sniffling every now and then. He glanced over at Vicki, expecting her to give him a deadpan expression for acting like such a baby but was surprised when he saw her face.

Vicki looked... sad? He couldn't tell, he wasn't really used to this side of Vicki, maybe it was all new to her too but either way it made her impossible to read at the moment. His eyes drooped down for a moment to land on her injured hand, he hadn't noticed it before. He looked up at her sleepily and asked her what had happened to her hand.

He thought he saw her blush, which was crazy, but she turned away slightly and stated that it was none of his business. Now he knew she was hiding something. So he thought he would try and outsmart her, hard as that was. He knew how Vicki operated for the most part, he could coax it out of her by attacking her ego. "It was something stupid wasn't it?"

She turned to look at him, looking upset, "No, I hurt it breaking some stupid kid's jaw. So shush before I end up with two injured hands…"

Timmy smiled to himself, "I thought you knew how to throw a punch."

She scoffed, "Of course I do, I just wasn't thinking clearly when I swung so I might have sprained my wrist."

Timmy looked at her sideways, "How do you not know? Didn't your doctor tell you what was wrong?"

Vicki laughed suddenly, "Oh, I didn't see a doctor."

Timmy woke up slightly at this, "What?! Why? What if something's broken?"

Vicki leaned in and poked him on the nose, teasingly "what do you care? Are you worried about me, twerp?"

Timmy blushed deeply and he didn't know why, she had turned this on him. "W-what? No. I mean, if it's something serious, how will you take care of me?" he batted puppy dog eyes at her to which she burst into laughter.

"Seriously Turner, that look has never worked on me, not from puppies, boys, not kids I babysit, and especially not you. Besides, I'm pretty sure I would know if it was broken. Don't worry about me, this is nothing."

Timmy was fighting desperately to stay awake at this point, she had been dodging the question and was running out the clock until his medication kicked in. Timmy blinked once again and then fell asleep.

Timmy had just fallen asleep when he felt something wet and soft press gently against his forehead, his eyes crept open slowly to see her walking away, quietly stepping out of his room, he felt his forehead gently. Had she kissed him goodnight? A small smile crept across his mouth as he fell into a deep sleep.