Here is chapter 8!

Chapter 8 -

As they came down the steps after leaving Thomas, the group walked past Skips, who was heading up to talk to Benson in his office.

"Hey, Skips." Mordecai said.

"Hey." Skips said, then stopped and turned to them. "Guys, wait."

The group stopped at the bottom step.

"Where's Thomas?" Skips asked.

"In the guest room." Rigby said.

"Yeah we just got him back there." Mordecai added. "Why?"

"Just curious. I didn't want him out too long. Yah know, risking getting even more sick." Skips replied.

"Yeah that's true." Mordecai hmm'd. "Where are you going?"

"To talk to Benson." Skips said.

"Alright, see yah later." Rigby said, then ran to the living room.

"See yah, Skips." Mordecai and the girls waved.

"Bye." Skips said then continued his way back up the steps.

Skips wasn't too sure as to why he was going to talk to Benson. He knew it was about Thomas and how he wants to leave so badly when he isn't in condition to be out and about, other then a few minutes.

Skipping up to Benson's office, Skips knocked on it and headed in once Benson said he could.

"Hey, Skips." Benson said as he did some paperwork. "How's Thomas doing?"

"Okay. But he really wants to go home." That made Benson look up.

"Why? Doesn't he like being here?" Benson asked.

"I'm sure he does but I don't think he likes being babied and like he can't do anything." Skips replied.

"He knows we're just worried right? He's sick and I'm not letting him leave by himself. If he wants to go home then have someone, mostly you, drop him off then." Benson said and Skips nodded at that idea.

"Alright, I think he's sleeping right now so I'll drive him home when he wakes up." Skips said.

"Sounds good." Benson replied. "I'll check on him once I'm done with this paperwork. Go ahead back to work."

Skips nodded again and said goodbye. As he walked out the door, a tan blur rushed passed him.

"Thomas!" Skips saw him run into the bathroom.

"Huh?" Benson heard Skips yell from the hallway. "Thomas?"

As Benson left his office, he saw Skips skip to the bathroom and followed him inside, where he saw Thomas throwing up in the toilet and Skips rubbing his back.

"Ew. Sick." Benson turned and saw HFG and Muscle Man watching, who was on their way to the computer.

"Get out!" Benson yelled, wanting them to leave Thomas alone right now.

"Sure thing, bro." Muscle Man shrugged and walked down the hall to the computer with Fives following.

"Thomas, are you alright?" Skips said, as Benson stayed a foot back to give them some space.

"Yeah…probably-" He threw up again. "-Urg….probably stomach flu."

"Thomas, I was going to have Skips drive you home later." Thomas' eyes widened at that. "But not after this. You need to stay in bed. Even if Skips took you home, you still shouldn't be out of the house right now."

Thomas didn't reply.

"Thomas?" Skips asked, continuing to rub his back.

"Okay….okay…" Thomas heaved. "Can you go get me a trashcan… please? I'm tired anyway…"

"Sure." Benson nodded and left.

Once he was out of earshot, Skips finally asked what was on his mind.

"Thomas….do you trust me? Or any of us?"

"What…?" Thomas looked up to him, slightly confused.

"Do you trust us?" Skips asked, and he could feel Thomas start to shake under his hand. "Hey…calm down." He said softly.

"I…. I don't know…..I really don't…." Thomas looked up to him, a little tearful, remembering what happened a few years earlier.

At this point, what did Thomas know? His best friend ditched him and he has since had a hard time trusting anyone.

"Okay, it's fine. Sorry I asked." Skips said, trying to calm him down.

"Can I go back to bed?" Thomas asked, rubbing his head. "I think I'll be okay now.

Skips nodded and helped him back to the guest room and to the bed.