Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Tom Holland- Placing blame

A/N: This story is requested by wh0syn4h: The reader is a paediatrician and is married to Tom. She has a patient, a girl, who she gets attached to. Sadly the girl has cancer and she dies. When the girl passes, the reader blames herself and confessed to Tom about the situation. He comforts her.

Y/N
"Good morning Amelia. How's my favourite patient?" You walked into the hospital room, the little brunette girl smiling.

"Doctor Y/L/N!" You hugged her.

"What did I tell you, it's Y/N!" You smiled, sitting down.

"Ok, Y/N. I have a question." Amelia fiddled with their fingers.

"Ask away." You smiled.

"Is my cancer getting worse?" She frowned.

For a young 7 year old girl who was sick, she wasn't stupid. You told her as much as you were allowed, which was a lot.

"Yes, but, we're close to fixing it. Hopefully, by the end of the month, your cancer will be halfway gone and then you can start being with other children again." You held her hand. You weren't lying. You were so close to helping her.

"I have another question." She spoke.

"Ask away." You leaned back.

"When will Tom be back?" Amelia loved seeing Tom.

You were married to Tom Holland, the man of your dreams. He was an actor, so, when you had patients like Amelia, you would often invite him to the hospital so he could cheer kids up with stories from the sets of his movies and TV shows.

"He will be back next week. He's currently filming another movie. But, I bet he misses you." You smiled, standing up.

"I know he misses me. Anyway, I know you have other work to do. I'll let you get back to it." Amelia smiled.

"I'll be back in a few hours. If I'm not here by the time your mom gets here, say hello to her for me." You gave her one last hug before walking off.

Heading to your office, you FaceTimed Tom.

Tom: How is my beautiful wife?

Y/N: I am well. Not much can be said for Amelia though.

Tom: It's getting worse isn't it?

Y/N: Yes, but I'm hopeful that we'll fix it.

Tom: How's her mom dealing with it?

Y/N: She trusts me. I know that she's worried, but she knows that I'm skilled. She knows that I'll do whatever I can to heal Amelia.

Tom: Well, my trust is with you. Say hello to Amelia and her mother for me. I have to go. I love you, Y/N.

Y/N: I love you too, Tom.

Hanging up, you took a deep breath in and out, trying not to cry. One wrong move and Amelia is gone.
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Weeks had passed. Amelia was slowly getting better and everyone knew it. You constantly checked up on her, unsure of how her cancer would either progress or lessen.

Every day, you'd walk into the room, Amelia's face lighting up with joy. Occasionally, Tom would come with you, causing even more excitement from Amelia.

Tom showed photos and videos to Amelia and other children who were interested.

When the end of the month was upon you, you were excited for Amelia. For the first time in 3 years, she'd be able to interact with other kids her age— provided that she had supervision of course.

You walked through the hospital, seeing Mrs Hayfield sitting on the chair outside Amelia's room. You looked at her face. She was crying, or had been crying. Her eyes were red, her cheeks were tear stained.

"Mrs Hayfield...what's wrong? Is Amelia ok?" You asked, lifting her off the seat.

"Amelia...s-she....she's gone..." She couldn't say anything without sobbing.

"I-I'm so sorry. I tried everything...I'm so sorry." You hugged the upset and angry woman, her arms wrapping around you without hesitation.
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After hours of investigation and information, the drive home was silent. You didn't listen to music. The windows were closed so no outside noise was around. The only sound heard was breathing. You got inside your house, hearing Tom's footsteps.

"Y/N. Honey, you home?" Tom asked, entering the main hallway.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Tom asked before you dropped your bag, tears now spilling from your eyes. Tom didn't hesitate to rush to you, stopping you from hurting yourself on the floor. Gripping his shoulders, you sobbed.

"She's gone. She died 4 hours ago. Her mother...she was miserable. I tried everything to save her. She was so close to being a normal kid again. She was so close to having her happily ever after..." You sobbed.

"I could've done more. If I had only paid more attention, I could've saved her. She'd be alive right now if it wasn't for me!" You cried, trying to breathe.

"Y/N, honey, you can't blame yourself. You can't blame yourself. Amelia, she had cancer. She couldn't stop it, and you couldn't stop it. Cancer is the thing to blame. Cancer is what took her away. If it makes you feel better, Amelia is now in a better place. She's no longer hurt. She is no longer in pain." Tom continued to hug you. You pulled away.

"I-I guess you're right." Y/N smiled.

"If you want, we can talk to Mrs Hayfield, maybe even get her a card or a basket of something?" Tom suggested.

"That sounds nice. But for now, I need to sleep." You left the room, leaving Tom to make you a drink before you got ready for bed.