The Roundabout of Reality

The glimpse of happiness and hope

Ashley's POV

Was I shocked. Sure I was shocked about me being in a hospital, Tom Holland being there, but the part that left me the most stunned is that he seemed to care. Something I thought I would never say, that somebody cared. Maybe I do matter, and for me to matter to the Tom Holland made it special.

I laid for a few minutes and then a doctor came in. "Hello dear, how are you feeling?" he said as he took my vitals. "A little nauseous, and my side hurts, thats all." I responded. The doctor explained that they gave me 3 stitches for my wound and asked me what happened. I simply had no idea. 

Soon Tom returned to the room. "You want me to get you some food?" He asked as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Sure, where are you going?" I responded. "Just to Burger King. Do you want a burger and chips?" He asked. "Chips?" I questioned. "Oh I mean...what do you call them....fries?" he said. I giggled and said sure.

When he came back we ate and talked. "Um I have one question," I said. "Go on." "Why are you here?"I asked. "What do you mean, love?" I knew he knew what I meant. "Why do you care about me?"

He was stunned for a moment, then confused. "Of course I care. You are a fan, and a human so there is no reason for me to not wish for your wellbeing." Shit. Why was I hoping for something more? I thought. "Oh." I said sounding more disappointed than I hoped. He noticed and sighed. "Um, don't you have somewhere to be?" I asked. His head shot upwards and looked me in the eye. "Yes, but I don't mind staying here unless it bothers you." he said with a small smile. "Not at all, stay if you want." I said and smiled back. 

Once he arrived with the food I didn't realize how hungry I truly was. We talked for a while and really connected. "I did really enjoy Spiderman and Uncharted but if I had to pick my favorite it would have to be Uncharted." I stated. He nodded and appeared to be deep in thought. "Whatcha thinking about?" I inquired. "Oh nothing sorry." He said.

When I get tired I think. A lot. It gets dangerous for me to be alone with my thoughts. I was getting ready to shift again, the story this time was that my father and sister never died, and my life never spiraled into sadness.

A/N: Don't be a ghost reader, comment, vote, all the good stuff. Lmk if you have any ideas im improvising. Also updates are slow because of writers block but ya.

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