Chapter 6 -
The next day, Thomas woke up with a groan. His head still hurt like Hell but had to deal with it until he can get himself home.
"Thankfully no one is in here." Thomas muttered when he realized he was alone in the room.
Checking the time, he saw it was around 10 AM. Good. Everyone, or almost everyone, are working right now, giving him a chance to leave before anyone comes to check on him.
Seeing his keys on the bedside table, he grabbed them and slowly made his way downstairs.
Peaking around the corners, he saw no one in the living room. Sighing in relief, he made his way to the front door. As he was reaching for the door knob, someone opened it from the outside.
It was his mom.
Surprised, Thomas took a few steps back, a bit startled. His mom, here at the park house, was the last person he expected to see.
"Tommy!" His mother said, running up to him. "What on earth are you doing out of bed?"
"I was-" He coughed. "-gonna go home."
"No you won't, young man!" His mother replied, making Thomas give her a confused look.
Benson then walked inside, shutting the door before coming up to the mother and son.
"Thomas, I called your mom this morning and we agreed it's best if you stay here for a few days." Benson replied.
"Right. I was coming to check on you." His mother nodded.
"Why? I'm okay." He couldn't help but sneeze.
"Hmm…" Benson hummed and walked up stairs to grab the thermometer.
After returning to Thomas and his mom, now in the living room, he checked Thomas' temperature and shook his head. It was still very high.
"Sorry, Thomas. You are staying here. It's still high and you are in no condition to leave the house." Benson said, setting it down on the table.
"Thomas, I'll be back later. I'm going to go home and make some soup." His mother added.
"Okay." He sighed then thought, 'Guess there's no way of escaping.'
"Come on, I'll help you back to bed." Benson said, helping Thomas up.
"I'll be fine." Thomas coughed again.
"I'll see you later." Thomas' mom hugged and kissed him goodbye before leaving the house.
"Get back to bed, Thomas. that's an order." Benson stated.
"Alright…alright…" Thomas said and made his way upstairs.
"I'll send Skips to check on you later!" Benson called before leaving the house.
Thomas walked back inside the room, shut the door, and threw his keys onto the bedside table.
Then he fell onto the bed, feeling useless. He is 18 years old. He doesn't need to be babied or have the feeling of being locked inside this room.
"Why can't I just get better already?" Thomas groaned.