Passing Out

Tom frowned down at him. "What's wrong?" he asked Jeremiah.

"Feel sick..."

"In what way?"

"Going to be sick..."

"The boy's toilets are just down here," Chelsea said, looking at Tom worriedly.

Tom nodded. "You stay outside, I'll look after him..."

Chelsea nodded, "okay..."

Tom took him in.

Jeremiah was trying hard not to be sick over Tom.

Tom opened a cubicle and set him down.

Jeremiah was sick almost immeadiately into the toilet.

Tom stroked his hair back, holding it out of his face.

Jeremiah eventually stopped being sick and his body fell against on eof the walls of the cubicle.

Tom crouched down next to him, stroking his forehead and cheek. "You okay?"

Jeremiah shook his head, "Why are there two of you? Simon isn't here."

"Shh...close your eyes..." Tom said gently, kissing his forehead.

Jeremiah did as he was told.

Tom stroked his cheek. "We should get you some water..."

"i am fine..."

Tom sighed. "No you're not..."

Jeremiah didn't argue back. He was sleepy.

"I'd kiss you...but you probably taste of sick..."

"Tired..."

"Don't go to sleep!"

"Why not...?"

"In case you pass out!"