In Sickness and in Health
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Pokémon franchise.
Pairing: Established John x Tommy.
Summary:
The future is bright for John and Tommy.
"I'll get the door!" Tommy rushed to the end of the hall to open it for John.
They were both better now, but Tommy wasn't over caring for John. It was considerate, though of slight annoyance to John, to be reminded of what he'd hoped, moving forward, would be a reflection in the rear-view mirror.
John wanted to move on from the hospital. The days of endless tests, consultations, and physical therapy, not knowing if he had another day left in him.
When Tommy received the doctors' approval to go home before John received his, Tommy's eagerness to surprise John with the news didn't come out the way he planned.
John went to talk to Tommy as usual that morning, finding Tommy's bed made and empty. He fell onto his knees crying. Scared – more than the possibility of his own death – that the best friend he'd met while sick passed on overnight.
Of course, Tommy hadn't died. He was just hiding, crouched on the other side of the bed. After popping up and yelling "Surprise! I get to go home!", he saw John, realized his mistake, and Chewtled up around John, forming a shield that'd make Falinks envious.
John was always the frailer between them, hence Tommy's overprotectiveness.
Hence Tommy still doing everything for John in the present.
"Something the matter, John?" Tommy held the door, waiting for John to walk through.
John and Rookidee turned to each other, the Trainer to the Pokémon on his shoulder, snickering. She wasn't his first Rookidee.
"What?" Tommy asked, confused.
John wanted to move on. But that was different from wanting to forget.
Because why would he want to forget?
Without the rough times, he and Tommy wouldn't be friends.
They may have never gotten to where they were.
In sickness and in health.
Love, on the ground or in the sky.
