Muscially Engaged. (Tommy Joe Ratliff FanFic)

Chapter 22| Stronger.

—5 Months Later—

"Tommy, I'm really cold." I said, snuggling into his hoodie. He slipped beside me and held me into his chest. I wrapped my legs around his hips. We snuggle together as the chord pumps into me.

I had an attack yesterday, I couldn't breathe and had to come to the hospital again. I wasn't supposed to come back until next month, but it hit me like fire. My lungs burning. They were collapsing onto me.

I can tell that Tommy's stressed out. He's worried about me and I don't want him to be, when something like last night happens, it's all he can do.

The doctor approaches us.

"How do you feel Charley?" He asks. I just shake my head. I don't really want to speak to him.

"She just had an attack. How do you think she feels?" Tommy said, becoming really offensive.

"Please calm down, sir." The doctor said.

Tommy threw my legs off him, before standing.

"My girlfriend could have died. You think I can calm down after that. You're wrong. You better be giving her some damn thing." Tommy edged closer to him.

I stood to my feet and stepped between them.

"Sir, I know what you're going through. I've lived it. My wife has it."

"We don't need your back story,"

"Tommy," I begged.

"You want to hear the truth? She's going to die and there's nothing you can do about it. She's only got a few months left in her. It's going to kill her. That's the truth."

"She will not," Tommy yelled, before punching the guy hard in the face. I yanked Tommy off the man.

"Dammit Tommy, go home. If you can't handle the fact that I'm going to die, there's no point in having you here. Learn to control yourself." I screamed. Tommy looked at me, startled by what I yelled.

"Charley, I-"

"Just go. I should have known that you couldn't handle this. Didn't you hear the man, I'm going to die and there's nothing you can do about it! It's over for me Tommy. I'm done. My time is running out, and I thought I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, which happens to be not that far away. But, if you keep stressing me out over this, that won't happen. Just leave, I'd rather do it by myself." I said, turning around and walking straight out of the room and getting on the elevator by myself. I took out my new phone and called my mom.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Mommy, please come get me at the hospital." I begged. I brought Tommy's car here, so I don't have mine.

"I'll be there in a little while honey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"Okay, I'll be there soon baby." I got off the elevator and went outside. I snuggled into Tommy's hoodie that I was still wearing. It smelled like him, sending me into tears.

I held myself tightly. My mom's car drove up and I climbed inside, wiping my tears. The whole drive home was really awkward. But, when I got home. I collapsed onto the floor.

Tears flooded my face. I just wanted to give up. I hated everything. My mom fell beside me.

"Tell me what happened?" She begged.

"I..The doctor told me that I wouldn't live much longer, I don't want to die mommy." I said, making her cry. She snuggled into me and cried hard against me. Sobs fell from my mouth.

"Baby, don't be afraid to die. It's going to be okay for you. What did Tommy do?"

"I just flipped out on him. I told him to leave." Thinking back to that moment, I cried, hard. My body shook in my mom's hands. I've never felt this lonely. I felt like my body was going to shut down as death took it's toll on me.

My phone rang. It was Tommy. I ignored it.

"Do you want me to stay with you tonight?" She asked me, before helping me stand to my feet again. I just wanted to fall again, but I stayed up.

"I just really want to be alone." I begged. She nodded, wiping tears from my face. I wiped hers.

"I'm here if you need me." She said, before hugging me one last time and leaving. I used my strength to walk up to my room. I fell onto the bed. I cried.

I cried to hard, that I hurt. My body hurt.

I shriveled up onto the bed. It smelt of him. The sweet smell. I just wanted to die. I hated feeling alone, but that's all I felt.

I couldn't stop crying. I enjoyed the pain it was sending through my veins. I gently fell asleep.