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20. Tom Hiddleston | A second chance

By : that-writer-who-never-posts | Tumblr 

Prompt: The reader's chances of surviving a family decease are small, but Tom is not giving up on her. (I changed a bit, hope you don't mind!)

Warnings: Mentions of cancer, death and lots of angst. But it does have a happy ending!

Ps: when I say football, I mean soccer, call it whatever you want, but Tom is british, so...

like 3k words of pure drama.

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Looking at your kids, your 6 year-old daugther Elena and your 4 year-old son Gael, you could only find genetics awesome. How your love could create a perfect mixture of you and Tom... But you prayed every second of your life they wouldn't have to deal with some of your genes.

-Flash back on-

Before you could get over your grandma's death because of stomach cancer, your mother had to start treating the same problem.

Her situation was pretty stable. The doctors believed she would be cured easily. When she came back home, your family threw a party for her.

It was a small family reunion at the living room of the house where you grew up. Your mom really seemed healthy, specially after she saw her grandchildren.

But when you came in, you saw some of your relatives looking at you with an worried expression. Some asked if you had lost weight and some decided it was better not say anything. You told them you were just tired, it was a busy year at work and dealing with your mom's decease after losing a person you loved wasn't easy for you. You heard Tom talking to someone and telling them he worries too, but he just can't get you to eat.

But you pretended you didn't hear anything. All the people around you knew about your family situation, they should understand.

You were sitting with Tom and watching the kids play on the floor, surrounded by your family, when you started to feel nauseous. You stood up and went to the bathroom to wash your face with some cold water.

But on the way, you felt that wouldn't be enough, you had to throw up. You got on your knees in front of the toilet and tried to think of something you ate that could have caused that. But you realized you haven't been eating anything different... You had barely been eating, you never felt hungry anymore. After throwing up two or three times, you opened your eyes to find a pool of blood in front of you. You stood up and looked in the mirror. You looked absolutely terrible, the color of your skin disappeared and had blood on your lips. You started to panic. You couldn't let your mom see you like that, you didn't know what was going on, but couldn't be good, and the last thing she needed right now was to worry about you.

Taking a deep breath, you washed your face until there was no blood left, but your color wouldn't come back.

You headed to the living room and was relieved everyone was watching the kids run around the place, so they didn't notice you. But Tom did.
"Y/N?" Tom standed up and went to meet you because you were walking too slowly. He grabbed your hands and touched your colorless face. "What happened, love? You're so cold!"

"I have to get out of here." You whispered weakly.

"What?" He could barely hear your voice.

But when you tried to speak again, your vision started to go black and the last thing you felt were Tom's arms not letting you hit the ground.
You woke up on the hospital and started to cry.