Foreign (Tomtord)

<Tom's POV>

I awoke with a migraine.

"Ugh. What the fuckin hell..? I'm positive I was sober yesterday..." I mumbled to myself in anger.

I got up off my bed only to stumble to my knees with a clatter. "What the fuck is going on?!" I shouted at myself.

I could hear Edd shout from the living room, "Tom? Are you okay?"

"Yeah! I shouted back to him, Getting back onto my feet.

My legs felt like jelly under my weight. I was using my bed frame to brace myself.

"Jesus.. What the hell..." I grumbled.

I continued to used the bed frames and the wall to guide myself to the bathroom door.

As soon as I got the cool draft of the bathroom, I could feel how hot my body was.

The sticky sweat, pressed against my skin by my shirt.

Sure. I was used to waking up with sweat, I used thick blankets. But this time, My entire shirt was damp. Not just my armpit area.

As soon as my feet touched the cold tiled floor and my hands braced on the cool marble counter, my body completely collapsed.

I could feel beads of sweat build up on my forehead, My body temperature rising.

My hands were clamming up and I could feel panic creep into my skin.

"Whats going on..?" I questioned anxiously.

I felt a sudden immense pain in my forehead, like something was ripping my skin.

I covered my mouth to muffle my cries of pain, so I didn't worry Edd and Matt.

The same pain reached my lower back.

It hurt so much that I could even feel the tears of pain roll down my cheeks.

What really was going on..?

I stumbled to get up and head back into the room I trampled from, Crawling.

I needed my phone.

As soon as I got my hands on my phone, it clicked in my mind.

Who would I text..? What would the hospital do..?

Out of instinct, my fingers clicked on the screen. Blinded by the light that had been held up close to my face. My eyes jumped from contact to contact as I scrolled through them. Until my finger stopped on one. My fingers clicked on it and I shakily held the phone up to my ear, until I heard a rough but soft voice shoot through it.

"Tom? What's wrong?" The voice asked, concern seeping through his voice and the phone.

"Help me.. It hurts." I panted into the phone. I hurt and I was hot.

"What? What's going on?" He asked, anxiety trickling through his voice.

"M-my head.. It feels like its being ripped apart... I'm- I'm so fucking hot.." I exasperated.

He seemed to stop talking for a minute, "Tom. Stay right there. I'm coming to you." He said hurriedly.

"Wh- don't go.." I whined.

"Ugh. Tom. Fine. I'll stay on the phone till I get there." He groaned.

I felt like a lost puppy. It hurt so bad.. I just wanted Tord here. To comfort me..

"Tord..?" I whined, "Promise? You'll stay..?"

"Yes Tom. Jeez." He complained. I could hear him get into a car.

a/n Thank you for reading!! :) Thank you for the people who helped me!!