When Thomas woke up the first thing he noticed was the cold. The ice magic being pumped into his veins froze his insides making him shiver hard. The next thing he noticed was Edward fast asleep at his desk with his notebook open.

"Edward?"He whispered harshly. He was slightly surprised at how weak it sounded. He jumped up hitting his head at the top of the desk.

"Thomas!"Edward grunted holding his head. He perked up. "You're awake!" Thomas sat up wincing at the stiffness in his back.

He poured some warm tea before handing it to him. "You must be rather cold. So drink up."He smiled comfortingly.

Thomas hummed his thanks, practically inhaling the cinnamon tea. It helped soothe his sore throat and warm his insides.

"Where's James?" He asked softly looking to the side. He must be shaken up from all of this.

"He's-" A knock sounded at the door. Edward went and opened it to reveal a James looking worse for wear.

"Here right now apparently." Edward raised an eyebrow.

"Thomas.."He breathed out, looking at the boy who was relaxed against the bed.

"I'll leave you to it."The blue haired man left, not wanting to intrude on their conversation.

There was an awkward silence, nothing but the soft beeps of the heart monitor.

Thomas was the first to break it. "Sorry." James was surprised.

"I should've taken my medicine that day, and been less careless."The smaller boy sighed softly. "But I guess I never learn huh?" He laughed bitterly.

"You apologize a lot, but you've done nothing wrong."He scoffed. "I on the other hand, shouldn't've said those things."He paused. "So, I'm sorry."

"It's alright."He trailed off. "Like I said-"Thomas coughed slightly. "I've had worse…"

James pondered for a bit and decided that he did have a few questions to ask. "Thomas what did you mean that you've has worse? I know you've been hurt a lot… but-"

"I mean exactly that. I've been shot with a number of things, frozen half dead, stabbed, hit with a broken bottle, and pushed off a small cliff. I know pain, so James why do you question me? You know this."He said stiffly. "Don't ask questions when you already know the answer."

James shut his mouth and looked away. "You shouldn't have to have felt that kind of pain."

"Hey what can I say, I'm the most unlucky boy in the world… While simultaneously being the luckiest."He hummed.

"That's an oxymoron."

"Think of it this way, I am apart of a wonderful family with great friends. I'm no longer alone James, and I'm healing."He smiled softly. "No matter how many times I've been broken you all have always been there to pick up the pieces and I'm forever grateful for that."

"Thomas… I-"He was speechless. Never had he thought Thomas was capable of being so sentimental. "Get better soon… Alright. We need a little brother to come around and bother us."

"Of course James!"He giggled softly. "In fact when Edward finally let's me out of bed I already know what I wanna do."

"It better not cause bodily harm… And keep my hair out of it!" He huffed.

"No promises!"He grinned and they both burst into peals of laughter. When Edward walked back in he was happy to see them getting along so well and started laughing with them.

True to his word he somehow pulled together an extravagant prank that somehow got to everyone in tidmouth and also broke his arm.

"DAMMIT THOMAS I TOLD YOU TO NOT TOUCH MY HAIR!"James screeched running after him with temporary purple dye in his head.

Thomas ran screaming and laughing throughout the halls being chased by an irate redhead. This was awesome!