Tommy has very obviously needed some help. Not just physical but also mental. I mean after all those wars when he was a still a minor. Who wouldn't? After all... He was so scared of Dream. Whatever Dream did to him effected him a lot, and I mean like scared. So the very obvious solution was to march up to Dream's door in the middle of the night, almost drunk, dragging the blonde boy by the arm and only the fates knows what next. "Wait- NO- don't-! Please-" Tommy begged as he got dragged to Dream's doorstep. Dream, being the little bitch he was, didn't answer the door. And great. Now Tommy's having a panic attack- ... WAIT TOMMY'S HAVING A PANIC ATTACK- Oh shit, I fucked up. You thought as you started to faint, or fall asleep from the drunkenness. [Time Skip: Next morning at 7 am, waking up on Tommy's bed] "Oh you're awake-!!" Tommy said joyfully, chosing too ignore whatever happened last night after your passed out. You noticed a first aid kit behind Tommy and bandages scattered across Tommy's skin and body. Gods, what happened last night?