Last already written chapter. I'll start working on it shortly!
Chapter 4 -
Thomas's mind was filled to the brim, only worsening his headache.
How did skips really feel about him? Did he really even care about him? Or was he really only here because he had to be?
Thomas sighed. This was all so confusing.
Thomas turned to his side to try and fall asleep. But with his pounding head, he found this to be near impossible. He eventually gave up and turned back onto his back.
It was even harder due to the fact that Skips was just sitting there watching him the whole time.
"Skips," Thomas wheezed. Skips grunted, to let him know he was listening.
"...could you get me some water please?" he asked. Skips nodded and left.
While he was gone, Thomas sat up and leaned on the headrest.
'This is stupid.' He thought to himself. 'I shouldn't be here. I should be at home, taking care of myself. Not having him take care of me...god I feel so useless.'
And before he even realized it, he found himself tearing up.
"Stop it Thomas, stop being so pathetic." He willed.
He then suddenly found a warm hand brushing away the tears. It was Skips. Wordlessly, he handed him the water, and watched as he slowly drank it.
He then helped him to lie back down and then began gently massaging his shoulders. Thomas found his eyes grow heavy as he fell into a dreamless slumber.