Running From You - Tom Hiddleston Fan Fiction

Waking - Tom

Becca was starting to stir, I was holding her hand tightly willing her to wake up. She'd been in a coma for five days after being kidnapped and attacked by Dave. I didn't leave her side, I couldn't. I needed to be with her, to protect her. I felt so much guilt. I should never have let her leave Greenwich park, I should have followed after her, told her everything would be ok and convinced her to stay with me. If I would have just gone back with her to her house then this might not have happened.

I'd managed to persuade Tina to move herself and the children into my home with Jeff whilst Becca was in hospital. I didn't want the kids in that house. It held too many bad memories now. Jeff was keeping me updated with how they were doing. Bobby was a great distraction for Archie and Olivia, I thought he might be.

My head was starting to get itchy where the staples were. I hadn't realised at the time, but Dave had split my head open when he'd kicked me. I didn't feel any pain at the time, but after, it hurt like hell.

Becca was starting to move, but she started screaming, I instinctively held her hand tighter telling her everything was ok, but she was screaming "let me go, let me go" and trying to pull her hand away.
I dropped her hand instantly and she settled. Oh my god, she was terrified. She must have thought she was still being held by Dave. Guilt washed over me, I was afraid to touch her, I didn't know what to do.
A nurse arrived after hearing her screaming, I explained what happened. I didn't mean to start crying, but I was an emotional wreck. He came round and hugged me.

"Try not to blame yourself, she's been through so much and she's going to need you here when she wakes up" he patted me on the back and handed me some tissue.
"I just don't know what to do for the best"
"Talk to her" he smiled at me and left the room.

I started talking to her telling her how much I loved her, how sorry I was, that I was never going to leave her again.

A few hours past and Tina arrived for her evening daily visit. She came in, planted a kiss on Becca's forehead and came round to give me a hug and kiss on the cheek. She'd bought me some dinner and laid it out on the table for me to tuck in.
"How's she been today?"
I didn't want to tell her what happened as I knew she'd get upset.
"Oh same as this morning"
"Hmmm" she sat down and we started chatting whilst I ate my food.

It had been a few hours and Tina had fallen asleep on the chair in the corner.

I leaned into Becca and whispered, "I love you so much Becca, please wake up. We need you back" I kissed her cheek and settled down to sleep.

I woke to Tina calling my name and Becca awake. I'd never felt such relief before. My heart swelled to see those green eyes looking at me again. I asked her how she was and gently touched her face, I didn't want her to panic again at being touched but to my relief she lent into my hand.

The doctor came in and checked her over and was happy with how she was. I helped her to have a small drink, she must have been so thirsty having not had any liquid in her mouth properly for five days.

Tina then came back into the room to say she'd called Jeff to let him know that Becca was awake and to let the kids know in the morning.
Becca started questioning why they were at my house, it was like she didn't remember what had happened, then it hit her.

I could see the terror in her face. She was shaking and tears were rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably, I was talking to her telling her everything was ok she was safe but it was like she couldn't hear me. She then went white as sheet, I grabbed the bowl from the side just as she lent forward and vomitted into it. I rubbed her back, "Becca it's ok, I'm here, I'm not leaving you". I didn't know what to do, so I put the bowl back on the side and took her face in my hands.

I lent forward so our foreheads were touching and tried to breath at her pace, she was starting to calm down. I was so relieved.

The doctor reappeared and examined her again. PTSD, it wasn't surprising that he mentioned this might be the result of what had happened. He was going to talk to her more in the morning. I knew the police were waiting to talk to her aswell. They'd found Natalie's body in the caravan and wanted more details as to what had happened, but that could wait.

Becca then asked about Dave, I didn't want to answer, I was fucking glad he was dead. If he hadn't of killed himself I would have done it for him once I'd gotten Becca safe.

She was visibly exhausted, but she tried to get me to leave. There was noway I was leaving. Tina said her goodbyes and left us.

I desperately wanted to hold Becca and when she asked me to get into the bed with her I tried my best to hide my smile but I just couldn't. I wanted to be as close as possible to her and never let her go again. I nearly lost her forever, I never wanted to be apart again. When the time was right I was going to ask her to move in with me.