Tyrone was super worried. His girlfriend Tandy sounded really worried on the phone and it had sort of sounded like she was feeling sick. Maybe like a fever was talking. That was bad enough...but Tyrone hadn't told her that...something was very very wrong with him. And he didn't know what to do about it.
Lately, alone in the bathroom or in his room, he was hearing voices. And seeing flickers of shadow and movement out of the corner of his eye. He didn't do drugs, but maybe he had before the memory loss. All he knew? He was very disturbed lately. And extremely hungry.
He ate. He ate a lot. And nothing seemed to touch the gut-clawing, mind searing burn in his guts. His stomach ached so bad it spread to his skin, like a flame under the muscles. It doubled him over sometimes...but he didn't know who to talk to about it. It always went away after a bit.
But no. Problems or no Tandy needed him, and no way would her Ty let her down. So like a galloping knight, or a bounding athletic black teen, he hurtled his way to Tandy's room with cans of chicken soup in one hand and a cold compress in the other.
Panting, he knocked on the door. "Tandy-bear? Baby you there? I got you some stuff..." He fumbled about with the random items in his arms. He wasn't a very good nurse, but he'd wear the dress for her if she wanted. It'd probably cheer her up and make her laugh.