Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 71

When she opened her eyes, Tom was sitting there. Fiona was in her recovery room feeling more like herself as the pain medication wore down. Without a ticking time bomb ballooning in her stomach, she felt a lot better.

She could vaguely recall their conversation earlier before the surgery - light-hearted and fun. Now looking at him, the betrayal came back in a wave. She wanted to forget and move on, but her heart hurt.

"You're up," Tom stood up from the chair to move closer to her. "How are you feeling?"

"Shitty," she found her voice was hard to get out.

"Like pain?" Tom looked worried. He sat on the bed next to her. Fiona just shook her head. "The doctors said everything went smoothly. I was so worried."

"Yeah," was all she could mumble.

"Woody's going to give you all the cuddles," he smiled widely. He couldn't wait to have her home and take care of her. "We both will."

"Tom," Fiona reached out for him. He held her hand concerned. "I love you. I love you so much…"

"I love you-"

"Let me finish," she interrupted, Tom squeezed her hand. He knew what was coming and he wanted to hold onto her as long as he could. "I love you. I want a future with you, I do. But right now I don't know if there is one."

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never make that mistake again. I don't want you out of my life," he scooted his chair closer to her. "Please let me make it up to you. Every day I will make it up to you."

Fiona stroked his beard that had turned more of a red the longer it got. His eyes were exhausted from being up all night with her. She remembered when Tom first said hello to her, his hair was short and his face was bald. They had come a long way in almost 3 years. It pained her, no, killed her to say what she needed to.

"I can't… I can't push those images from my head," tears fell onto Fiona's chest. She hadn't realized she was crying. Tom wiped the tears from her cheek, his hand lingered for a moment against her skin.

"I can't not be with you," Tom touched her lips with his thumb. He remembered the first time they touched. They were at the cafe and he had finally worked up the courage to talk to her. When she shook his hand, he felt an instant electrical current flow through his body. When their fingers brushed against one another's over the next few days, his heart raced. He had sat across from her for weeks, wanting badly to touch her on purpose. He sat picturing his life with a stranger he had only recently met. Now all of those images sifted away like steam in the air. Looking from one eye to the other as if in disbelief that he wouldn't see those eyes again, "I've made the worst mistake."

Fiona nodded. Tom slid his hand over her wet cheeks again. Reaching up, with the IV in the back of her hand, she held his hand against her face and closed her eyes. The machines betrayed her and beeped faster as her heart thudded in her chest. She put her other hand on his bearded cheek. The green in Tom's eyes were more vibrant, she noticed, through the pool of tears. She leaned forward and pressed her salted lips to his, feeling his kiss one last time. She stroked his beard as she reluctantly pulled away.

Tom shook his head in an urgent plea to not say it. He could already feel his body fill with anger. He was happy the machines weren't on him, they would probably alert the nurses that he was about to have a stroke.

"I think you should go now," Fiona's hand shook as she wiped her tears away. She looked down at her IV trying to keep herself from losing it. She couldn't dare to look at his face again.

Tom stood up abruptly, his blood boiled through his veins. His rage was coming to a head and he needed to get out of there before he got arrested for breaking things. His nostrils flared and he stood next to her bed looking down at the top of her head.