Tommy had noticed the throwing up and worried about slow-acting poison, the food interacting with Teddy in some weird way they couldn't anticipate. But it was one more thing they couldn't do anything about when the option was "don't eat". No one tried to talk to them or anything. Tommy had tried to blow the drain in the shower too, just for the only possible weakness, but he hadn't had any more success than he had the first time. They were still just here. Stuck.

The bedclothes themselves had appeared the way the food did, and had been fairly recent. Tommy thought they must have heard him bitch about being cold. But it was still just a sheet. He was off the bed faster than Teddy and shot him an incredulous look - that wasn't what he was fucking worried about. But if it was Billy coming ... yeah, fine. He wrapped it around himself and tied it off as best he could, moving to stand shoulder to shoulder again with Teddy, touching without thinking about it. He craned his neck, looking around for any breaks in the room as the walls and floors shook harshly. "Fuck, c'mon."