Running From You - Tom Hiddleston Fan Fiction

Waking - Becca

My head was spinning and suddenly there was a bright light. I could feel someone's warmth as they were carrying me and that smell was so comforting and familiar. I could hear people saying things but couldn't work out what it was or who was talking. I felt like I was falling until I hit something soft and the warmth left me.
I was getting poked, prodded and then that bright light again. I tried to move, to say something, but nothing was happening, then it all went dark again.

I woke with a jump, panic swept over me, I could feel myself sweating and absolutely terrified, a hand was gripping mine tightly. I had to get away something had me. I screamed out for it to let go of me and it disappeared. Then blackness again enveloped me.

My head was pounding, I tried to rub my eyes, but when I moved my arm something stung in the crook of my elbow. I was blinking like crazy trying to figure out where I was. It was fairly dark, but with a dim light above me. I looked around, there was my mum asleep on a chair in the corner. I tried to sit up, but I ached so badly. Someone stirred next to me and I reached out my hand and felt someone's hair. I looked down and Tom was asleep with his head on the bed. I stroked his hair, when I suddenly felt something metal like staples in his head. I quickly withdrew my hand and took a better look at him. He had quite a bit of stubble, a faint black eye and scabed graze on his cheek. I tried to remember what had happened, but it was just a blank.

Mum started stirring,
"Tom... Tom she's awake"

Tom's head shot up and his eyes met mine with such a relieved look in them.

"Hey, are you ok? How do you feel?" Tom was touching my face so gently with his hand.
Mum got up, "I'll get a nurse" and disappeared out of the room.

"Ummm... My head hurts and my legs feel really stiff... Are you ok? What happened?"

"Don't worry about me I'm fine, I'm just worried about you" he took my hand in his and planted a soft kiss on my knuckles.

I sighed and smiled, then a nurse quickly scurried into the room followed by a doctor.

"Hi Becca, how are you feeling?" The doctor asked.
"A bit sore and my head hurts quite a bit"
"Ok, we'll get you some more pain killers. Now then let's take a look at you now your awake"
He shone a small light in each of my eyes and gently turned my head.
"Ouch" I winced with the pain in my neck.
"Sorry, Becca. Your muscles are still quite sore from what happened. The bruising will start to go down soon, as well as the swelling" he smiled kindly at me.
I suddenly felt really thirsty, "could I have some water please?".
Tom looked at the doctor and he nodded at him. He got up off the chair which was pulled up right next to the bed and poured me a small amount of water out from the jug into a plastic cup. He then held it up to my lips and I placed my hand on his.
I think I must have dribbled half of it out but Tom had held a paper towel under my mouth to catch the drips. I didn't realize how swollen my lips were.

Tom looked down at me, "that better?"
"Yes thank you" I gave a small smile.

"We'll talk more in the morning Becca" the doctor said, "the police are also waiting to talk to you but you can do that when you're ready". He gave a small smile and left with the nurse.

Mum came back into the room, "sorry I just had to call Jeff to let him know your awake, so he can tell the kids when they get up".
"Hmmm... What?" I questioned her.
"Well I didn't want to leave you and Jeff offered to watch them"
Tom piped up, "they're staying at my place Becca, they're fine, I promise"
"Staying at your place?" I looked at him questioning why would they be at yours?

Then it hit me... Everything that had happened flashed before me.
Dave, Natalie, the caravan, running, the pain in my neck when Dave had choked me and the pain between my legs.
My head started to really hurt and I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably. I was shaking with fear, Dave... What had happened to him.
Tom took hold of my hands and was saying something, but I couldn't hear him. I'd completely zoned out. I could feel the anxiety building in my gut and I felt sick.
Tom grabbed a bowl from the side and placed it under my head as I vomited into it. I felt awful. I tried to calm myself down with my breathing.
I looked at Tom, he looked genuinely terrified, like he didn't know what to do. He took my face between his hands and lent his forehead against mine. I started to sync my breathing with his. I felt myself relax.
What the hell just happened, I didn't know what frightened me more, the thoughts or the consequences of those thoughts.
Mum had disappeared again out of the room and returned with the doctor again.
He examined me again and talked to me. I told him how I felt and his diagnosis, a panic attack and I would need to be assessed for PTSD.
PTSD? What the actual fuck!

Tom gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"What's happened to Dave?" I had to know, the not knowing where he was, was just as frightening as what had happened.

Mum looked at me, "he's dead Becca"
"What?"
"He killed himself" she answered so bluntly.

I mean, I was happy that he couldn't do anything else to me, but I also felt sad. What the hell is wrong with me? Why should I feel sad for someone who hurt me so badly? I was going to need some serious therapy.

Tom looked at me and then to mum, "I think you should try and get some more rest, hmmm?" I nodded, I felt exhausted all of a sudden.

Mum said she would head back to Tom's to check on the kids and Tom refused to leave, even after I told him he should go, "I'll be fine" he told him.
"There's no way I'm leaving" he insisted on staying.
"Ok" I didn't really want to be alone anyway so was pretty relieved when he refused.

Mum said her good-byes and kissed me on my forehead before giving Tom a kiss on the cheek.

After she'd gone, I wanted Tom next to me on the bed. I needed to feel him wrapped around me to comfort me.

"Please Tom, there's plenty of room" I was insisting.
"I don't want to hurt you"
"Your not going to hurt me, please... I need you to be next to me"

He begrudgingly agreed, even though he was smiling from ear to ear, and climbed up onto the bed getting under the covers and pulled me in next to him.

He kissed my shoulder and his stubble tickled me, I instantly felt relaxed with him cuddling me and quickly fell asleep.