I woke up around 5 AM. Turns out the feeling I had before falling asleep was my body warning me I was getting a fever. Great... Not wanting to get out of bed, I rolled over and tried to fall back to sleep. Which worked, sort of. I kept waking up every half hour or so, covered in sweat. It was hard to tell if I even slept at all, or kept being stuck on the verge of falling asleep. I was woken up by an agitated Brian standing in my doorway.
''Toby. It's 1 PM. What are you still doing in bed? God it reeks of sweat in your room.''
He doesn't like it when I spend my whole day in bed. I stared at him, still being drowsy from just waking up. Brian was frowning and had his arms crossed.
''Brian I-'' Pausing to clear my throat, since it was scratchy, ''I think i'm sick.''
My voice sounded weird. Hoodie's frown slowly relaxed to a more neutral expression. He walked over, sat down on my bed and put his hand on my forehead.
''Yeah, you got a fever Toby. Explains the smell of sweat.''
I closed my eyes as Brian caressed my head.
''I'm guessing you didn't sleep well.''
I shook my head, still having my eyes closed.
''I'll go tell Tim. Do you need anything?'' He asked calmly
''Maybe just a glass of water.'' I whispered, still having a scratchy voice.
''Alright. I'll be back in a few minutes.''
Despite the fever, Brian helped me feel a bit better. When he was back with a glass of water I sat up so I could drink. I wonder how I got so sick since nobody else is feeling unwell. Not that it's unordinary to get sick... Still, I don't want to be the 'first patient' that gets everbody else sick.
''Anything specific that's bothering?''
''Normal fever stuff I g-guess...'' I shrugged ''Feeling weak, too sick to e-eat, my head feels heavy. Also i'm sweaty.'' I answered before continuing to drink the rest of the water.
''Hm. Okay. I'll crack open your window and get a wet cloth for your forehead.''
''Thank you Brian.'' I whispered.
Brian smiled at me, walked over to my window, cracked it open and left to get the wet cloth. He came back quick, put the cloth on my forehead, and left me alone to rest. I threw off my bed covers and laid still for a while, eventually dozing off.
Later that day I decided to go downstairs to eat something. Walking, especially walking down the stairs, was difficult. I had to stop and sit at the bottom of the stairs to prevent me from passing out. My head was spinning like crazy. I heard Tim and Brian talk in the kitchen. I slowly stood up and walked to the kitchen. They both stopped talking and turned to me when they saw me.
''Are you feeling better?'' Brian asked
''I don't k-know, not really.'' I answered
I sat down at the kitchen table and rubbed my eyes.
''Do you think you can eat something?'' Brian asked while putting his mug on the kitchen counter
''Yeah I'd like t-to try.''
I heard Brian grab a plate. He said something to Tim but I didn't pay attention. A ringing appeared in my ears. I blankly stared at the table. Brian then asked me something but I couldn't make out what he said. I suddenly became dizzy. Everything went black.
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I was back in bed. My memory was fuzzy. Didn't I already wake up today? Or did I dream of waking up? I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand, I stared at the red glowing numbers. Then I noticed there was also a plate, glass and a note on my nightstand. I slowly sat up and grabbed the note. It was a bit difficult to read since the sun had almost completely set and I didn't have a light on. I held the note close to my face and squinted.
''You passed out so I brought you back to your room.
There's a glass of water and a sandwich on your nightstand. Stay in bed to rest.
-Brian''
Well that explains my fuzzy memory. I probably hit my head on the table when I passed out. Hitting my head mixed with me being sick isn't helping my thoughts stay clear. If it wasn't for that note I would've thought it was a dream. I put the note back on my nightstand and grabbed the glass of water to drink. Then I tried to eat the sandwich, hoping I wouldn't throw up. I started gagging when I had eaten about half of the sandwich, so I put it back on the nightstand and tried to fall back asleep.
It had been a few days now, I wasn't feeling better. At one point I thought it could've been Slender sickness, but I didn't have any nightmares or brain static. Brian has been taking care of me. I tried to avoid contact with everybody as much as possible. I didn't want Brian, Jack or Tim to get this fever, it sucked, a lot.
Listening to the rain and thunder for a while was nice but I decided to get up and go to Brian's room. My legs had a bit of trouble with walking because I've laid in my bed so much, resting. I did stretches and tried to walk in circles if my body allowed it. Still didn't have much strength in my body yet. Next to the storm outside and my quiet footsteps, no other sound was in the cabin. When I arrived at Brian's room I stood in front of his door for a few minutes. I was starting to hesitate. What was I doing here exactly..? Before I could continue to dwell on my thoughts, I slowly turned the door knob, walked in and closed the door behind me as quietly as possible. As if I was on autopilot. Even in the dark, I could see Brian was sleeping on his back. I walked over and crawled into his bed. After a few minutes I scooted closer and hugged his arm, snuggling my face against his upper arm. Not soon after later a tired, half awake voice murmured:
''Toby?''
''Y-Yeah.'' I replied softly. Brian started turning so he could face me, I let go of his arm. Still murmuring, he asked ''Are you okay?''
Most of, if not all, the times I would crawl in Brian's bed would be because of a nightmare, panic attack or anything else bad. Right now it wasn't anything bad. Of course I was still a bit sick but nothing that bad. I asked myself again, what am I doing here..?
''Yes. I just felt alone.'' I whispered
Not sure if that was the actual answer, but it was an answer.
''Do you need anything?'' He asked after yawning.
''No.'' I answered quietly. Starting to feel ashamed for being here. I woke him up for nothing. Even if it was on accident.
''Alright.''
Brian rubbed my shoulder.
For the past few days I've felt like such a leech. I could barely even take care of myself. Brian did so much for me. He always does so much for me, does his best for me. What do I give in return? Nothing. Because that's what I am. Nothing.
''I'm s-sorry for always being so much work.'' I whispered
A wave of sadness and guilt washed over me. Maybe I should leave.
''Hey, don't worry.''
It still sounded like he was half asleep. I didn't know how to reply, or what to say in general. So I turned around, getting ready to try and fall asleep. Brian did the same, since he didn't say or do anything else after he had spoken. I laid there with my eyes open, staring at nothing. I tried to focus on listening to the rain hitting the window to help calm me down. I eventually fell asleep too.
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Everything is fine (Eyeless Jack x Ticci Toby)
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