"Man, that's crazy..." Tom mumbled, flipping through the news channels. My face seemed to appear on every one.
Videos of my helpless body showed on each one, as I was wheeled through that awful courthouse.
"Youtube sensation, Jordan Maron, was recently rescued from-"
"That's enough of that," Ingrid spat, shutting the television off. She let out a heavy sigh, as she sat against the windowsill.
I watched her furrowed brow relax, her shoulders dropped.
"Sorry... Just thought we'd want to know what they're saying," Tom whispered, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
"I don't care what they're saying. They don't matter... The press can suck a dick for all I care," Ingrid laughed, running her hand through her messy curls.
My body convulsed. I couldn't tell if I was laughing or crying. Probably both.
This was a lot right now, and I couldn't comprehend how to handle it.
Silence filled the room, as no one was volunteering to say anything. It was nice to just listen to the quiet.
"Where's Ethan?" Tom finally croaked out.
"He went home. He's taking a little break before our case next week."
"That case is next week?"
"Yeah... We'll have more than enough time to prepare," Ingrid scoffed, confidently.
Scooting around in my bed, I lifted my good arm under my head.
"I have good news, Jordan," Ingrid whispered.
"Yeah?"
"The doctors are going to release you tomorrow. They said you can take the casts off, but you'll be walking on a crutch."
"What about my arm?"
"You won't be able to lift it very high, and you'll have to wear bandages all the time... But hey, it's better than the casts, right?" Ingrid laughed, trying to make a point.
"Yeah, I guess..."
The light-hearted vibe exited the room as quickly as it had entered.
Examining the hospital ceiling, I could feel my eyelids gently drift shut.
"You'll have to stay in a hotel or something for about two weeks, Jordan. You can't leave Europe till the case is done," Ingrid quietly explained.
"He can stay with me," Tom said, nonchalantly.
"Good... Sorry, I should've figured you'd have an extra room," Ingrid murmured.
"We'd share a bed..." Tom mumbled.
I opened my eyes, glancing at the horrified look on Ingrid's face.
"Tom, can I talk to you real quick?" she quickly vomited out the words.
"Sure."
Tom didn't budge.
"In the hallway. Now."
They both scurried out, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Why wouldn't we share a bed?
We've shared a bed before...
The thought of Tom's arm draped across my torso warmed my heart. His hot breath would warm my neck, as we snuggled deeper in the covers.
H̵̜͚̮̤̜̟̟̼̙́ͅẹ̴̮͇̤̞͇̺̞͓̋͒̎̉͘ͅ would-
H̵̜͚̮̤̜̟̟̼̙́ͅẹ̴̮͇̤̞͇̺̞͓̋͒̎̉͘ͅ.
No.
My lungs filled as I took in a deep breath. I don't need to be afraid of H̸̛͕̫̀͒̾̀́̃̏͊́͆͂̂͝i̵̩̹̖̖̙͘m̸̧̟̖̳͈̉̐̈́͆̑̏̔.
I wouldn't be sharing a bed with H̸̛͕̫̀͒̾̀́̃̏͊́͆͂̂͝i̵̩̹̖̖̙͘m̸̧̟̖̳͈̉̐̈́͆̑̏̔, I'd be sharing one with Tom.
Only Tom.
Not H̸̛͕̫̀͒̾̀́̃̏͊́͆͂̂͝i̵̩̹̖̖̙͘m̸̧̟̖̳͈̉̐̈́͆̑̏̔.
Tom.
Maybe that's what Ingrid is worried about.
I'd see Tom as H̸̛͕̫̀͒̾̀́̃̏͊́͆͂̂͝i̵̩̹̖̖̙͘m̸̧̟̖̳͈̉̐̈́͆̑̏̔.
Maybe she's right.
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Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez
FanficEverybody has a crush. Everybody wants to be loved. Everybody will go to extreme measures to be loved. Only James Hayes will go as far as kidnapping the man he loves, in return for affection. No one can stop him from his love, not even his lover's...