𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

15 ~ Nightmares

Ruth Rogers

"I'm here, Darling... I've got you" Tom mumbled, kissing my palm sweetly as he continues to look into my eyes. I swallow the saliva in my mouth as it becomes strangely dry under his gaze.

"I thought.. Alan.." I mutter, sitting up; only for him to push me back down gently with small shooshes.

"He's gone. You don't have to worry about him anymore, ok?" He smiles sweetly, still holding my hand that lays dormant on the hospital bed.

"Where are we?" I question, taking in my surrounding- though there may be hospital equipment, it's not one of them.

"We're home, just in the medical wing you could say... You just needed some surgery and stuff" He says softly, like I'd break if he raised his voice. I nod, laying my head on the pillow and sighing.

"Did you kill him?" I ask with a small smile. He clenches his jaw and hesitantly nods. I burst into giggles, happy that he's gone but slightly disappointed I didn't get to watch him suffer.

"W-why are you laughing?" He asks, looking at me strangely. I continue to giggle, stifling some of them as I go.

"That cunt held me there for- how long? I don't fucking know, and I couldn't do anything. Yet, you waltz in there and he's gone... Just like.." I raise my free hand, shaping it into a gun and pretending to fire it "Boop. God, I wish I could've done it.. Or seen it actually" I smile at him, feeling full of life after feeling lifeless for so long.

"Why would you want to see that? You could hardly watch Deadpool because of the gore.." He asks, confused on my sudden change. I shrug, laughing slightly.

"I don't know.. I feel kinda free after it all happened, y'know? Like I can do anything now even though I nearly died and I could be easily taken again" His grip on my hand got tighter.

"You're not getting taken again, ok? Haz is going to teach you more stuff- better stuff in fact, and we can get you someone to talk to if you'd like?"

"Like a therapist?"

"Well, yeah.. If you want" He mumbles, looking at his feet. I nod, looking at the ceiling above me.

"Yeah, I think I'll be ok without one thanks" I shrug, looking back over at him and meeting his worried gaze. He bites the inside of his cheek.

"O-ok.. Well, you can always get one, just have to ask" He get's up, kissing my forehead and leaves the room, standing in the doorway before exiting.

"I'm always here for you, Ruth. Don't forget that" With one last smile, he leaves- leaving me in the overly bright room with my thoughts that won't stop running.

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After 3 days, Chris finally let me go back to my room, without all the cords and IV's hooked up to my limbs. I asked him why I couldn't just have one of those transporter thingys, and he just replied with 'because I said no'.. Fair enough, honestly.

And that leads me to here, flopping onto my comforter with a huff, engulfing it's comfortless I've missed. I lift my head, my chin resting on the mattress as my eyes shift to the Spider-Man plush. Fuck yeah! I quickly shuffle up the bed, grabbing to soft material between my fingers and hug it tightly, engulfing it's familiar scent.. It smells an awful lot like Tom, which I find strange, but I shrug it off, laying on my back with the red and blue plush secured between my arms.

Bored of hugging the thing I've waited so long for, I jump out of bed with a leap and walk out of my room to find something to do. Ever since I woke up in the 'hospital wing', I've been curious of how big this place is- it's huge from the outside, but mobsters must have secret rooms and stuff, right? Ooh, maybe they have a red room like in fifty shades of grey! I giggle at the kinky room, walking around the top floor.