Somebody That I Used To Know

Procedure Panic

"Hi, Mummy!" Lily exclaims, Tom letting go of her hand.

"What are you guys doing here?" Molly responds, taking Lily in her arms.

"Daddy said we needed to come here because you were getting that gross thing."

"Well that was nice of him."

"Here you go, love," Tom says and hands Molly flowers.

"Oh, thank you, baby. Don't make a big deal out of this thought, I'm fine."

"You're released, Mrs. Hiddleston." the nurse smiles. "I can wheel you out if you'd like."

"No, no," Molly says and slowly starts to stand up, holding the lower part of her stomach. "I can walk."

"You can't," Tom quickly snaps and grabs the handles of the wheelchair. "Thank you, nurse, I'll bring this back."

"Thomas, honey, I'm fine."

"Lillian, hold Mummy's hand, okay?"

"Tom, I'm not sick. It was just a biopsy."

"But you're not walking to the car, come on."

Tom wheels Molly to the car, although she continued to protest that she was fine.

They get home and Tom very carefully helps her out of the car. "Are you okay?"

"I'm just fine," Molly softly chuckles. "You worry too much."

"I don't worry too much, you just got a biopsy."

Molly lifts her shirt slightly up. There's a bandage but it's not large. "See? I wasn't even cut open."
 
Tom gently leds Molly inside and upstairs to their bedroom. Next to the nightstand, was aspirin and lemon water. "Are you in pain? Do you need medicine?"

"Tom, please, I'm okay."

Lillian walks in the room and goes to lay next to Molly, except Tom runs over and picks her up. "No, no, no, be careful by Mummy."

"No, come here, baby," Molly smiles. "Come lay with me."

"Lillian, don't."

"Thomas, I'm fine. Come on, Like."

Tom looks anxiously as Lily climbs on the be. "I love you, kid."

"I love you too, Mummy. Do you feel better?"

"Yes, baby. I feel just fine!"

"Lillian, why don't you let Mummy rest and run along?"

"She can stay, Tom."

"Lillian, go."

Lily sadly looks at Molly and slowly walks to her room.

"What the hell?" Molly snaps.

"Drink your water, darling, and lay down."

"I don't want to lie down, I'm fine. Are you trying to make me sick or something? It's just a G.D. cyst, Thomas. The doctor pulled fluid from it. She said that the chance of fluid being in a tumor is insanely low."

"But not none." Tom says. "I don't want anything to happen to you."

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm okay? So what, they stuck a needle in me, big deal? They're going to call and say that it's just a cyst that will eventually need to get removed."

"Please just lie down."

"Why?"

"You need to rest." 

Molly's phone starts to ring on the nightstand. She looks over curiously because the results shouldn't be in yet. "Hello?"

Tom intensively watches the conversation.

"Okay... mhm... alright... thank you. Mhm, I will... okay, alright bye."

"Well?"

"Just a cyst... exactly like I told you."

"Good." Tom sighs. "Good, I was so nervous."

"I told you not to be. And even if anything did happen, it would've been early enough to where they could remove it and I'd be fine."

Tom closes his eyes and holds Molly in his arms. He gently rocks her back and forth, not letting go.

"Are you okay?" Molly asks him.

"It was so scared that I would lose you. I can't do this alone. I wouldn't be able to do this alone."

"Come on, now, Tom, it's fine."

"It's just not something I ever want to experience."

"You won't have to, you're stuck with me forever."

Tom chuckles and wipes his face on his sleeve. "I sure hope so."

"Have you thought more about treatment?"

"I don't want to talk about that right now."

"Well it has too be discussed eventually so why not now?"

"Because it's not a fun topic."

"No, it's not, but it's necessary. Let me see you."

"What... what do you mean?"

"Just... take your shirt off."

"No," Tom says. "I'm not comfortable with that."

"I'm your wife, I've seen you in a lot less."

"So have thousands of other people, and I'm not talking about people who've seen my movies."

"Tom, please. It's a medical reason, I'm not going to hurt you. What can I possibly do to you?"

"You'd be surprised?" he quietly whispers.

Molly sighs and looks down at the floor. "Please, Tom. You can trust me. I've never hurt you before, have I?"

He sighs and shyly removes his sweater. Molly gasps but quickly tries to hide it.

"You're judging me."

"No, no," Molly says. "Don't say that. I'm just judging, I'm... concerned." Molly watches his ribs as he takes in a deep breath. Her heart falls when she sees them stick out as he breathes. "You need help."

"I'm naturally slim."

"You're slim not unhealthy. This is unhealthy."

Tom puts his shirt back on and sits down next to Molly, tapping his feet. "I know, I need to gain weight. It's not that easy."

"It's not even about that. I don't care if you don't gain an ounce of weight for the rest of your life but you eat regularly and don't throw up, that's what I want. I want you to be healthy. This isn't just about weight. You can get heart problems, bone problems, your teeth can fall out-"

"I can do this. I had some trouble while you were gone but it's okay, I'm getting it under control."

"Are you sure it's that easy? Last time you told me that you were in the hospital."

"I'll be okay, I'm sure of it."

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too."