Tommy’s POV
I slowly opened my eyes and saw white lights. I was in a hospital? Why was I in a hospital? Did I come to see Lisa and then fell asleep? As my vision focused I realized I was the one on the hospital bed. What the fuck? I tried to sit up when I got a terrible shooting pain below my waist. It all came flooding back. I was… raped? Can a guy even… get raped? I’m so pathetic I… I’m disgusting I- Adam. Where’s Adam? He would be here wouldn’t he? I was about to get up when a nurse walked in.
“Oh no no honey lay back down.”
She was like, 80, and reminded me of a bulldog. She smelled like some old lady perfume too. Why the hell should I listen to her? I’m fine. I mean, my fucking ass hurts and I have bruises all over my body, but I’m breathing, so that’s a good sign. I need to see Adam.
She lightly pushed me back so I was lying down.
“Where’s Adam? Adam Lambert? Is he here?” I asked, sort of frantically. I needed to see him, for him to know I was okay. I wanted to feel his lips against mine and his arms around my waist.
“Sweetie, you need to rest.”
I asked her three times if he was here and I kept getting the same reply, ‘you need to rest, lay back down, blah blah blah’ bitch, I have a right to know where my boyfriend is. I was getting really fed up with her telling me to rest. I. Need. To. See. Adam.
“Look, you can either take this IV out of my arm and let me go find Adam, or I’ll rip it out myself and barge out of here by force.”
She sighed and finally obliged. I don’t like to be rude to people, I really don’t. I’m not that kind of person, but she’s pissing me off.
She took the IV out and helped me up, that’s when I realized my torso was wrapped. Aw shit. Did that douche seriously break my ribs? It hurt like a bitch. She smiled and showed me into the waiting room. I went up to the desk and asked if there was a visitor signed in here named Adam Lambert.
“Let me check” The receptionist was probably in her twenties, had dark brown hair and wore red lipstick. She was pretty hot. Wait, the fuck? I have a boyfriend. I’m kind of new to this whole gay, bisexual, thing so I’m not sure if thinking that is inappropriate. Meh, oh well.
“No sir there isn’t a visitor by that name…but there is a patient.”
The color in my face instantly drained. Adam? He’s a PATIENT?
“Oh fuck…ohfuckohfuckohfuck!”
“Sir, please watch your language there are other visitors and patients here.”
“What room is he in?” I took a deep breath, trying not to panic but it ended up sounding more like the huffing noise a bull makes before he charges.
“Sir please calm-”
“WHAT FUCKING ROOM?”
“214, but please, lower your voice.”
Not as hot as I thought. Fucking annoying bitch. I’d never hit a woman, but I’d almost make an exception. She irritates me.
I looked at the signs and followed them to room 214. I opened the door and saw Adam’s pale face; he looked so much different than when he was just sleeping. His cheeks always looked rosy and he always looked so happy and content, even when he wasn’t full on smiling. Now he looks like a ghost, paper white.
I rushed over to him and held his hand. There was no one else in the room so I don’t even know what happened to my precious babyboy. I planted a soft kiss on his forehead and let my silent tears drip onto his cheeks.
