You had suddenly gotten sick, in the middle of the night, like VERY sick. You were woozy and nauseas and beginning to panic, and apparentally, Tom was also awake as he entered your room

"Dude, what are you doing. Why are you freaking out?." He said, in a tired tone. He was wearing a grey shirt with black sleeves, black ska pajama pants, and shoeless.

"You're sick aren't you?..I'll..I'll get a bucket." He said, in a slightly annoyed but also concerned voice. He came back, holding a bucket and putting it on the bed, getting in the bed with you.

"I'm gonna stay here with you, till you feel better. You're gonna be okay, right champ?" He said with his fist up, for a fist bump