Once In a Lifetime (A Tobuscus/Toby Turner Fanfiction)

Chapter 12- Out of Line

Whitney’s POV-

            “Toby?” I whispered as I opened my eyes to harsh florescent lights. Looking around it because evident that Toby wasn’t in the room. I cringed as my head was jostled as I was picked up and moved to very uncomfortable bed.

            “How is that? More comfortable?” The nurse asked me.

            “Not really but…” I was cut off by the sound of the door slamming behind her. My head hurt like crazy and my right arm was bandaged completely making me wonder what I had done to it.

            I was finally starting to relax a little when Jack came rushing in. His face was frantic and he was breathing hard like he had been running. My mind immediately thought the worst.

            “Jack? What’s wrong? Is Toby alright? Breath man!” He couldn’t even speak, he was heaving too much.

            “Toby…is fine. He wanted to know… how you were doing.” Jack wheezed. I laughed a little bit but stopped immediately because of how much my rib cage hurt.

            “Tell him I’m going to be fine. When can I see him do you know?” I asked. I was anxious to see his beautiful face, hold his hand again.

            “I don’t know. Look though, Olga and Justine are on the way over their much better at gleaning information from people than I am. They’ll probably be able to get you an answer.” Jack explained after catching his breathe. I nodded solemnly.

            “Thanks Jack.” I said and waved goodbye as he, presumably, went to report to Toby on my condition. After an hour of being able to do basically nothing but lay stock still and focus on breathing I got up the strength to reach over and pick up one of the magazines that lay beside me. I was about halfway through reading and interview with Taylor Swift when there was a knock at my door. I could see through the little window that it was Olga and Justine.

            “Come in!” I called loudly so they would be able to hear.

            “Hi Whitney. I’m Justine.” Justine held out her hand for me to shake.

            “Hi. I already know who you are. I watch you all the time.” I answered. After the fact I realized how creepy that sounded but I didn’t mention it.

            “How are you feeling?” Olga asked to ease the awkward silence that had settled over us. I shrugged slightly but immediately but that in my mental list of things not to do. A jolt of excruciating pain echoed through my rib cage again. I gritted my teeth but managed to keep my face slightly composed.

            “Could be a lot worse but could be a lot better.” I choked out. Olga gave me a worried look. She didn’t believe a word of that.

I didn’t say anything about the look though. Suddenly the door to my room burst open and Toby practically flew to my side. Tears welled in my eyes at the sight of him okay. I was so happy to see him.

Toby’s POV-

            I took her hand that wasn’t wrapped in both of mine and brought it to my lips. I kissed her and hand and looked deep into her hazel eyes. She had tears rolling down her cheeks but a sweet smile on her lips.

            “Are you okay sweetie? I’m…I’m so sorry.” I pleaded. It seemed like I always had to apologize to her. I always seemed to hurt her.

            “What are you sorry for Tobes?” She asked. I couldn’t help but smile a little at the nickname she had given me. I watched, from the corner of my eye, as Olga and Justine quietly backed out of the room before continuing.

            “The crash was my fault, I was driving and over corrected. And now you’re lying in a hospital bed while I’m perfectly fine.” I complained.

            “You are not perfectly fine though! Do you not see or feel the stitches in your head?” She argued but I had this battle won already.

            “Yeah, and you have staples in your head, had to have glass surgically removed from your arm and a cracked rib. You think I’m doing better?!” I asked.

            “What did I say?” My mind was in a panic. Had she gone into delayed shock? Was that a thing? Was the realization just starting to hit her? Was she going to finally start blaming me like she should?

            “That much? I knew about the head wound but a cracked rib and…when did I go into surgery?!” She was utterly bewildered. Why a doctor hadn’t come in and explained this by now, I didn’t know.

            “Yeah, you were in surgery for an hour and a half while they tried to get all the glass out of your arm. Your window shattered as we were rolling down the cliff.”

            “Nothing hurt when we were there though. My harm didn’t hurt and neither did my ribs.” She countered. She didn’t want to think about it by the look on her face.

            “It was probably the adrenaline. But look… you’re okay now and everything is going to be fine.” I squeezed her hand a little and kissed her forehead. For a while we just sat in silence. We sat there for a while before a knock on the door interrupted the quiet moment.

            I had expected a doctor, nurse, Olga, or Justine to walk in but instead in came a man I didn’t recognize. He was about a head taller than me, muscled arms with tattoos running up and down them, but you could tell he was getting older by the grey starting to show through his still mostly brown hair. He looked from Whitney to me then back again. Tears welled in his eyes and his expression hardened as his eyes fell on me again and stayed there.

            Without warning he had picked me up by the front of my shirt and had me pressed against the wall. I struggled to get out of his grip as his fist reeled back in preparation to punch me in the face. I closed my eyes in anticipation but even with the mindset that it was going to be okay it hurt like hell when I felt his hand connect with my lower jaw. I resisted the urge to yell when I felt my stitches rip because I didn’t want to scare Whitney.

            Then, letting me fall to the ground, he turned to Whitney. I grabbed the man’s ankle and yanked him down to my level. I clawed at his leg, trying to keep him in a place where he couldn’t reach Whitney till we got help in here to help restrain him…and me for that matter. Through the door four nurses came rushing in, two pulling me off the ground and the man while the other two restrained him.

            “Please calm down sirs!  What seems to be the problem?” The nurses shouted but I was seeing red. If he had the audacity to punch me in the face I sure as hell wasn’t letting him near my Whitney.

            “Stop it! Both of you!” Whitney screamed. I could see could tell that yelling like that hurt her ribs but it did get everyone to stop shouting. She took a deep breath to collect herself before continuing.

            “Look, Toby,” she turned to me and I stopped struggling, giving her my full attention, “it’s okay. Go with the nurses and get your head re-stitched.” I had forgotten about the blood that had now started trickling down my face again from somewhere in my hairline. Nodding, I relaxed my defensive stance and the other man did the same.

            “Now…you,” she turned to the older man, “what do you think you’re doing here? You can’t just come in here and start beating the crap out of my boyfriend!” How did she know this douche?

            “Darling, I’m sorry. He hurt you.” He pleaded the way he called her darling made my skin crawl. Who did this guy think he was?

            “I don’t want to hear it daddy.  You were out of line.” Whitney argued.

            “Wa...wait a second…hold up. He’s your dad?” I asked shocked.