Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez

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"Tom, I can get it," I mumbled, balancing my crutch against the wall.

"No, it's fine. I got it for you," Tom murmured, taking the small bag of bandages and other necessities out of my hands. He quietly planted a soft kiss against my cheek, helping me inside.

It seemed like it was forever ago I had seen the inside of Tom's new house. I guess it isn't really "new" anymore. He's lived here for over three months.

Without me.

I swallowed the swelling lump in my throat, and hobbled into the living room.

"So, I thought maybe we could try sleeping together for a night or two, and if it doesn't work out... I can sleep on the couch down here or something," Tom explained, sorting something out in the kitchen. "Does that sound okay with you?"

"Yeah, sounds fine."

I turned my attention to the news station playing on the T.V. Hundreds of channels mentioned my release from the hospital in some way.

"I have a surprise for you," Tom whispered into my ear, leaning over the couch to wrap his arms around me.

"Okay," I giggled from the anticipation. I've never been a fan of surprises.

I watched as Tom reached into his pocket, handing me my phone. A long crack stretched across the screen. I carefully clicked the home button, watching as the phone sprung to life with an old picture Tom and I took. I bit the inside of my cheek to hide the frown spreading across my face, the crack covering Tom's gorgeous smile.

"I can get it fixed for you. Just a trip to the Apple Store, and it'll be all better," Tom promised. He must've sensed my disappointment.

"Where'd you find this?"

"Ingrid gave it to me before we left," Tom said, sprawling out on the couch. "She said she had to break some rules to get it out of the evidence room, but whatever she did, it worked."

"It's amazing someone found it," I whispered, running my fingers over the buttons.

"Yeah... It was on the sidewalk four blocks from here," Tom sighed, taking my hand in his own.

I listened to the silence in the room, as Tom mindlessly explored my fingers.

"Twitter probably misses you," Tom grinned, letting go of my good hand so I could use my phone.

"You're probably right," I mumbled, hesitantly opening the app.

Hundred of notifications flooded my feed. I scrolled through a few of them, but all the messages seemed to get jumbled together.

"I'll look at it later," I said, trying to push the phone away. Tom just looked at me.

"At least let them know you're okay."

"Okay..." I whispered.

Let them know I'm okay.

Am I okay?

'I'm okay.'

"This look good?" I asked, showing Tom the tweet before hitting post. He simply rolled his eyes.

"Maybe try to make it seem like you're actually fine," Tom laughed, pushing himself off the couch.

Deleting what I had previously typed, I tried again.

'I'm not going to lie and say I'm okay. However, I will say this. Your support has helped me survive, and it continues to keep me alive. Thank you.'

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