Thomas Shelby Imagines

Injured

"(Y/N) I didn't expect to see you here." Harry greeted you over the sound of drunken patrons.

"Tommy told me to meet him here." You said with a blushed smile.

"He's been feeling bad for not having enough time for you recently." Harry admitted and handed you a drink.

"I don't mind too much." You sighed, both of you turning your attention to a group of men who seemed to explode angrily and throw chairs and tables out of their way to get to each other.

The fight seemed to escalate ridiculously quick, glass shattering everywhere, men jumping on each other and a sudden eruption of flames claimed the Garrison.

"Right none of you are telling me any of your problems, I am not drinking with you and if anyone tries to kill one of you you're on your own." Tommy snapped as he pulled up around the corner from the Garrison and the Shelby family pilled out of the two cars.

"Wouldn't want to cut your time with (Y/N) short." John joked and Tommy slapped a hand on his shoulder.

"Tommy..." Poll muttered and stopped.

As soon as Tommy turned to face the Garrison he froze, everything seeming to slow down around him. There was no stopping him as he pushed his way into the building and found Harry huddled next to your unconscious body.

"Poll?" You groaned when you opened your eyes and you glanced around the white tiled room.

"Thank god you're alright Tommy's been out his mind." Poll said hurriedly and rushed out of the room.

Tommy slowly walked into the room and sat on the side of your bed, leaning over to you, his hand cupping your cheek as his eyes scanned over the small cuts and bruises that dusted your face.

"I should have told you to meet me somewhere else." Tommy muttered as his hand dropped back into his lap.

"It wasn't your fault Tommy... Is Harry ok?" You asked quickly and smiled when he nodded.

"He's fine, helped me carry you up here and put up a fight when Poll made him get checked over." Tommy smiled.

Tommy glanced down when your hand slipped into his, the soft skin contrasting against his calloused ones. The two of you stayed like that for a long time, your hand in his, it made you jump when he cleared his throat and turned to talk to you.

"The doctor said that you'd be able to come home soon... Arthur and John will be running things for a while." Tommy muttered awkwardly.

"But what about everything going on in London?" You asked and he chuckled, kissing your forehead before kissing the back of your hand.

"London can wait until I know you're better, I don't intend to leave you unprotected again." Tommy smiled and moved to the chair next to your bed, fully intending to stay there until you could leave with him.