I've Got Your Six - Mob!TomxReader

Chapter 17 - Endgame.

It had been a few days since Tom had been shot, and Y/N was unbelievably exhausted. It wasn't that she minded waiting on him hand and foot, she would've done it whether she'd been asked to or not; but nonetheless it was physically draining.

Tom had only just been able to muster up the strength to sit up by himself, let alone stand and walk. The blow to his torso had damaged him more than it had appeared to, and he was taking much more time to heal. Y/N worried for him, incessantly, always wondering if things may have been different if she'd asked Nikki to come with her to the bathroom, or even Harrison - leaving him stood outside the door.

There was no time for worrying though, because just like clockwork, Tom had started to stir behind her - raising an arm to try and stretch out his back without hurting himself. "Good morning." His voice was low, and coarse - if it was any other time, Y/N would have relished in it, but knowing that his pain was causing him to sleep badly, it simply bothered her now.

"Morning, love. Can I get you anything?" Y/N almost blushed. He'd been awake for less than a minute and she'd already found herself standing from the vanity and resting at his side, he probably wasn't even conscious enough to be aware of anything he needed yet.

"I dunno, can you refill my water though? A glass of warm water isn't very refreshing in a morning." He gave her a small lopsided smile, which she returned, running her hand through his hair and pushing it away from his face. "Of course. Do you want ice? I can nip down and grab some." He shook his head, replying that tap water was fine and that he just wanted something a bit fresher than the water from the night before.

"Is there anything small you want to do today? I can't imagine how bored you must be just lying around compared to what you're usually up to." Y/N had spent the most part of the week doing anything she could to keep him occupied, for his sanity and to take his mind off the pulsating wound on his stomach - but she was starting to run out of ideas. She'd already read him three books, and they'd watched copious amounts of films. She'd even got Harrison to bring in the Playstation from the living room in case Tom wanted to take his pained anger out on some unsuspecting NPC's.

"I was actually going to ask if you wanted to do anything - outside of here. You must be going mad spending every second with me, I'm not much fun right now. What about going to see my mum? She did say she'd love to spend more time with you and I doubt she's busy. I could call?" Tom babbled, and Y/N gave him a small smile - she could tell that he hated being on bed rest, but he hated that he was holding her back from life more. She'd already told him she didn't mind that much, but he never listened.

"If you don't mind too much, and Harrison or the twins are free to take over for me, I'd love to. It's only been a few days but I feel like I haven't seen her forever." Tom nodded, running his hand over the side of her face before reaching for his phone on the bedside table.

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It was odd, being in a car where she didn't know the driver. Nikki had insisted not to take Harrison and the twins away from covering Tom's duties and care, and had sent a car to Tom's house, no matter how much Y/N had insisted she'd get someone to drive her. The drive was awkward, even though it was short, and Y/N wondered if she should be talking to the driver she could see through the open partition - though with the drive being so short, only being down the road from Nikki and Dom's already, she decided against it.

Another weird thing that had never dawned on her before was getting out of the car without Tom. Usually, she sat for a few seconds longer whilst Tom sped around to her side and helped her out, but she almost felt like she'd forgotten how to get out of a car as she opened the door herself and hoisted herself onto the gravel driveway - waving a quick thanks to the driver who pulled the car forwards, settling it beside the multiple cars already parked on the driveway. She spied him taking a sandwich out of the glove box through the windscreen.