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Hi guys! it’s certainly been a while. I have not had any motivation or ideas to write about, but I came across this unfinished Tommyinnit oneshot in my library. I finished it, and decided why not post it!

TW!! Freezing, Panic attack

Tommy woke up covered in sweat. His eyes were blurry as tears covered his vision. The young boy quickly went into a state of panic, trying to get rid of the thoughts that were crowding his head. Shallow breathing could be heard through the thin walls of the house.

The boy knew he had been swimming under the surface for too long, never coming up for breath. Now he had finally run out of air.

Hands grasped his hair in a desperate attempt to make it stop. He tossed around the bed, trying to breathe, but he couldn't. He was being pulled in by the tide, and there was no one around to save him.

Tommy stepped out of his bed, only in a shirt and joggers, and stumbled his way to the door. When he came downstairs, he put on his shoes, struggling a little, and walked outside. His breathing had calmed somewhat, but the thoughts in his head were still unbearable.

The frigid air greeted him as snow fell on his eyelashes. It didn't surprise him that it was cold. I mean, the earth is covered in a thick coat of snow after all. After hours of walking around, aimlessly, the British weather started to have an effect on the boy. His hands were red, and he could barely feel his feet.

He had been walking for god knows how long, and had no clue where he was. It definitely made him regret that he went outside with barely anything on, but his mind wasn't set on that at the moment. As his head cleared a little with time, the blonde started to notice how cold he actually was. He looked at his phone. 3:26 AM! He had been walking for 3 and a half hours?!

The streets were abandoned, making the cries in his head noticeably clear. As Tommy looked around for a bit, he recognized a small shop across the street. That's where he went when he visited Wilbur! That must mean he's near Wils' house right?

Tommy took out his phone and went to his contacts. He really didn't want to bother his best friend this late, but if he didn't get help now, the boy would probably freeze to death.

The phone rang a few times before a certain curly-headed brunette picked up. "Hello?" a groggy voice said over the phone. Tommy attempted to speak, but shivers interrupted him. The brunette spoke up again, "Tommy? Are you alright?"

Tommy almost dropped his phone, his hands being too cold to hold on to it, but he kept it up. "Wi- Wilbur, h- h- hel- help" He stuttered out.

"Tommy? Tommy, Where are you, what's wrong?" His voice grew more concerned by the second. The Brit was just about to start talking again when his phone got a notification. He had received the youngers location. When he noticed that his best friend was just 10 minutes away from him, he grabbed his coat and keys and immediately rushed outside.

"Tommy, listen to me, bud, I'm gonna need you to stay on the phone okay? Keep talking to me!"

Tommy trembled as he fell down in the snow, his legs not being able to hold up his weight anymore.

How long he had laid there he didn't know, just that when the boy woke up, he wasn't in the snow anymore. The vague smell around him was identified as a hospital when Tommy opened his eyes. Light immediately blinded him, but not before he could catch a glimpse of the tall, brown-haired boy in the chair next to him.

GUYS! so sorry I’ve been offline, I’m terrible at social things.