Song: I Need a Doctor ;)
~~~
Tom's p.o.v.

"Maybe we should take you back to-"

"I am not going back to that hospital," he growled, taking a break from puking his guts out to respond. "You can't make me." Then he went back to hugging the toilet bowl and emptying his stomach. He's been puking and bleeding out of his eyes all night, and it's scaring me. He's said over and over that it's just the side effects of his powers growing, but the side effects have never been this bad before.

"I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to, you know that. I'm just saying, this isn't good for you Sparklez. I'm worried about you is all." I tried comforting him by rubbing my hand up and down his back as he puked, but I didn't even know if it's working. He seems more annoyed by me than thankful that I'm beside him.

He paused for a minute and wiped his mouth on the towel I gave him, gasping for breath as he did so. "They...they don't understand what's happening to me, so they aren't gonna be able to help me anyway."

"Well somebody's gotta know what to do. I bet Dec could help if he was here."

"Well he isn't, is he?" He snapped, and then went straight back to vomiting. He's just irritated and tired, that's why he's being stupid. I shouldn't take offense from it.

"Do you want me to leave you alone for awhile?" I asked softly. He nodded slowly, like he was scared I'd take offense from the gesture. I simply kissed his head and left, going back to clean the messy room we hadn't tidied up in awhile. I stripped the sheets off the bed, seeing as they were stained with blood and purple vomit, and threw them into a pile. I guess I'll have to go to a laundry mat or something later. I can't just ask the inn management if they'll wash the blood and vomit off our sheets. They'd probably scream their tits off and kick us out.

I found a trash bag and began picking up all the empty food wrappers and plastic bags from yesterday. I can't believe he ate all seven jars of that Nutella shit, and that whole entire pizza too. I chuckled quietly at the thought as I stuffed the empty jars and the pizza box into the trash. At least I made him a little happy last night.
I spotted out of the corner of my eye an article of purple clothing next to the nightstand, spotted with blood. Aw, he got blood on his sweater. I should wash that too.

I went to grab for the sweater, when my hand accidentally bumped against the nightstand, sending an object that was sitting on it toppling over and crashing onto the floor. Oh no. Oh shit. I broke his flowers. I broke his flowers! That was literally the only thing he cared about, the damn flowers I gave him! I sucked in a breath and clenched my eyes, hoping maybe I hadn't broken all of them, and turned around.

The broken glass pooling the floor began to float, and piece by piece, they mended back together. I watched in utter amazement as the vase and flowers reformed, until they were exactly as they had been before, sitting on top of the night stand.

What just happened?

I reached out to touch one, to see if they really were actually real, and then I noticed my hand. It was...glowing. A strange red light was emitting from the palm of my hand, and just as soon as it had appeared, it disappeared.

No. I did not just do that. I didn't see that. None of what just happened actually happened. I do not have powers.

I yanked the sweater from the floor and threw it into the pile of blankets, hurrying to rip the sheets off the other bed and throw them into the pile as well. I dug out another trash bag and stuffed all the laundry inside, hastily tying it up and throwing it over my shoulder. I gave a small knock on the bathroom door and shouted, "I'll be right back!" And then I ran out of the room, out of the inn, and bolted to the laundry mat across the street. I nearly gave the lady working there a heart attack when I ran in full speed and shouted at her that I needed coins. When she finally managed to pull out of her heart attack and hand me the damn things, I went to the most far away washer in the place and began doing laundry.

I tried not to think about it, I really did, but I couldn't just forget that I did something so strange. What was that? Did I do that? Did I fix the flowers? I must have. Why else would my hand have been doing that for?
But if that is the case, it doesn't make any sense. How did I do it? It's not like a god died and I inherited their-...

Oh my god.

That's the only explanation, I inherited his powers or something. They all told me it would happen if I killed him, though I never took it seriously. But if that it is what's happening, why of all times is it happening now? He died almost a year ago and I didn't get them then, so why now? Why is this happening to me now?!

"I think your load is done?" A voice interrupted my panicking. I jumped so hard I nearly knocked over the bottle of detergent on the washer. I turned to glare at the idiot who'd nearly made me wet myself, though when I saw the smiling Gaines in front of me, I thought better of it.

"I said I think your load is done." He motioned towards the still washer in front of me. He wanted to use it, I realized.

I blushed sheepishly and opened it up, retrieving the load and then throwing it all in the dryer next to me. "My bad."

"Don't worry about it. So how are things?" He asked as he shoved his load of clothes into the washer I'd been using previously. He certainly did look better than when I last saw him, way more happier and lively. Mianite must be taking care of him now I guess.

"O-Okay I guess. How are things with you and uh...Mianite?"

His face lit up at the mention of the gods name. He gave a small shrug of his shoulders and a shy grin. "Well, I suppose."

I almost snorted at his shy answer. "Tell me, you shy ass nerd."

"Amazing, fantastic, I've never been so happy in my entire life!" He giggled excitedly and clapped his hands together. That's cute. He's finally happy. Mianite better be good to this kid after all he's been through.

"Good for you," I answered a little more shortly than I'd liked to. I didn't mean to sound angry. I just was for some reason. Maybe I was jealous because of how well his life was going now.

His happiness dulled slightly at my response, and he raised an eyebrow. "Are you alright?" He asked softly. The softness of his tone made me want to shrink into a corner and disappear. He cares, he genuinely cares about my problems.

No I'm not. I'm not alright. I think I inherited the powers of my dead god when I killed him, and I don't know what to do about it.

"I'm fine," I said through gritted teeth.

He gave me a disapproving look, which made me all the more irritated. "No. You aren't. What's wrong?"

"It's none of your damn business. Piss off." Great, now I look like,the biggest douche in the world to him. He only wanted to know if I has okay. I'm being stupid. The dryer went off, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I hastily pulled the blankets out and sat them on top of the dryer.

They were purple.

"DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!" I kicked the dryer as hard as I could, and the whole glass cover of the thing shattered. I didn't care. I sunk down into the floor and drew my knees up to my chest, hiding my face from the judgmental faces I knew were going to be looking at me if I looked up. Screw them. Screw everyone. Why do I have to destroy everything I touch? Why can't I be normal? I don't want powers, I don't want destruction, I want a normal damn life. I want a little house on a hill with Sparklez and Rosie, where we can be normal and live normal lives. I want six more kids in that little house, so we'll always be busy with something. I want to be able to sleep in the same bed for years without having to switch homes because of some stupid bastard in a grey hoodie.

"Tom?" I heard Gaines ask. I sighed and reluctantly looked up from my knees, only to witness just in time the shattered glass from the washer start to piece itself together again. It happened again, the broken glass fixed itself. My eyes darted to my hands, and sure enough they were glowing red again.

Why is this happening to me?

"You're an acolyte?" Gaines asked quietly, kneeling down to the floor so he was face to face with me. He didn't look scared or surprised or even irritated at my behavior. I only saw understanding and care in his blue green eyes. It made me want to spill everything to him, even though I'd never do such a thing like that with anyone. I love Sparklez, but there are just some things I can't tell him. Things like this.

I shrugged hopelessly. "I don't know what I am." And that was the truth.

"Well you have god powers. That says something, right?" He chuckled. How can he laugh in a situation like this? I feel like crying and dying and a million other things, but certainly not laughing.

"I don't want god powers. I never wanted to kill my god. I didn't want any of this Gaines."

"Is that the reason why you're so upset?" He sat opposite from me on the tiled floor, still staring at me with kind eyes.

"Everything is making me upset," I muttered miserably.

"Then define everything for me."

"Just...everything! These powers, half my friends are missing, Jordan won't stop being sick, Botan's driving me insane, I destroy everything I'm around!" Now that I was hearing my thoughts out loud, I realized how incredibly whiny and childish they were. Gaines must think I'm the biggest jerk in the world.

He scooted a little closet to me then, putting a hand on my back and rubbing it soothingly. "Your powers don't have to be a bad thing, I can help you find your friends, Jordan will get better soon, Botan will be defeated, and you don't destroy everything you're around. If anything, you fix everything you're around. You fixed the dryer and...you fixed me. You fixed Jordan too. Things aren't as bad as you think. You can fix them."

"How am I gonna fix Jordan when he's so sick?" Especially if he snaps at me every time I'm around him.

"What did you do last time when he was sick?"

"I took him to a doctor."

"Then take him to a doctor again."

"He refuses to. He hates hospitals." And he said himself that the doctors wouldn't even know what was up with him anyway. I guess they wouldn't, given that they probably have never seen somebody get sick because of their god powers.

"Convince him to go. Tell him you'll do something special for him in return for him going."

Special. Ha, I knew what that meant. Jars of Nutella and more Galaxy wars. It's what makes the nerd so happy. "When did you become the one who gives out advice?" I joked and rolled my eyes.

"Since a certain somebody taught me how," he smiled coyly. "Now come with me." He stood up from the floor and raised a hand out to me, while I stared at it incredulously.

"Where are we going?"

"To get you some new white sheets. Hopefully next time you won't mix them with anymore colorful sweaters," he chuckled.

I reluctantly took his hand and growled. "Shut up."

~

"Sparklez? I'm home!" I announced as I walked through the door. I closed it shut behind me with my foot, since I had both arms filled with groceries and laundry. When he didn't respond, I knew he was probably still in the bathroom emptying his stomach. God he must be so tired. It's been hours and he still hasn't stopped. He seriously needs some sleep.

I sat the laundry and the groceries down on the bed, then I headed towards the bathroom door. I knocked a few times just for courtesy and put my ear to the door. "Sparklez? You still in there?" No answer. Okay now I'm worried. He would've said something by now. Is he too busy throwing up to answer me? No, that's not it. I don't even hear him puking. It's completely

I twisted the knob and cracked the door open just a bit. My shoulders sagged in pity at the scene.

He was slumped over in the bathroom floor, fast asleep, clutching the bath towel I'd given him before I left. He fell asleep while he was puking. My poor baby.

I rushed to scoop him out of the floor and carry him to our bed. It didn't have any covers at the moment, just the mattress, so I draped the new blankets Gaines and I bought over him for the time being. I got a new towel and began to clean up his face, which was covered in dried blood and vomit. Wow, I'm getting some serious déjà vu, have I done this before? That's kinda sad.

When I finally got done cleaning him up, dressing him, and getting him warm, I went to bed myself. This day has been hell and I didn't even really do that much.

Tomorrow is going to be better. I'll make it better. I'll go pick up Rosie, no matter how much Matt wants her to stay another night, and I'll actually spend some time with her. We can watch movies together and go see the city and maybe I can teach her a thing or two about telling people off. Tomorrow will be better.

"T-Tom?" I heard Sparklez ask. I smiled at the sound of his voice, happy that he was finally awake. I hope he's feeling better. Maybe tonight he can actually get a peaceful night of sleep for once in his life.

"Yeah Sparklez?" I asked sweetly. I expected an apology, or some sort of cute saying to make me forgive him instantly. Who am I kidding? I'll always instantly forgive him no matter what he does or how he apologizes.

"I need a hospital."

~~~

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!! If you need someone to chat with while your family makes you uncomfortable, IM HERE!!! Just a few clicks away :3

- Lee