I have everything, except you - Thomas Brodie Sangster fic

21.

I had a really hard time studying. Really hard. I just couldn't settle to any one task, as soon as I started I stopped, distracted by anything and everything. My parents had long since taken away my phone and laptop, but it didn't matter. I could get distracted staring at the wall, thinking. Thinking about Thomas, mostly. 

I wasn't incredibly surprised when I heard the knock on the door, we'd started seeing Thomas' family quite a lot.

I liked his mother a lot, but she was shy, so I rarely got to see her, only talking when I was on my way upstairs to Thomas's room or sitting in their lounge watching tv. I felt so comfortable around them, it just seemed so natural, like this was what was missing from mine and Dad's lives for ages. 

Thomas appeared at my door, not bothering to knock when he saw me at my desk. He came in and flopped onto my bed, grabbing one of my many fluffy pillows and hugging it to his chest. 

"Hey," He greeted, and I just smiled wearily. 

"I'm scared," I replied, not bothering with small talk. "Exams?" He asked, sitting cross legged on the cream duvet. I nodded. "You know i've barely studied, I just can't! It's physically impossible," I cried dramatically, swinging the chair around and leaping onto the bed next to him.

He comforted me, giving me the usual pep talk, more helpful hearing it from him than my dad, who was too nice to make me hit the books, and mum had given up a while ago. "If you focus, you might actually scrape through," He grinned, and I hit him with a pillow. We both knew I was smart, and how I hid it when I was around my friends. 

It had been a week since i'd sat with Thomas, and after that day i'd gone back to sitting with my usual crowd. I didn't want to lose them, or make them suspicious. I missed him, though. The few classes we had together weren't enough for.. uh.. my plan to work. Yeah. I was still on track for that, but now he was becoming my friend. A good friend. Yet I couldn't stop thinking about the two amazing kisses we'd had. They felt like more, somehow. 

He hit back, harder. "Oi!" It turned into an intense pillow fight. We were both standing on the bed, ready for the next blow. We turned it into a sort of boxing match, circling each other before one of us made the first move. He travelled too far towards the edge of the bed, his foot missed the solid surface, and he went tumbling backwards.

I collapsed in laughter, peering over the edge of the bed, waiting for him to be crouched there, ready to pounce. But he was lying crookedly on his back, eyes wide with fright, mouth open but no sound coming out. "Thomas?" I gasped, jolting the bed as I jumped off it onto the floor. He cried out as I moved him, and I saw his neck was all wrong, he was leaning on it funny. 

"DAD! DAN, COME QUICK!" I yelled down the stairs and crouched by Thomas, tears leaking out of my eyes. Dan got to the door first, ducking thorugh the frame because of his height. He knelt by Thomas. "Hey, hey, ooh, don't worry Thomas, just try to stay still son," Then Dad was there, panting slightly from the stairs. Thomas' face was screwed up in pain, and he was shaking. 

"Shit. Phil, could you please call an ambulance?" 

That was all I heard before the panic set in. I felt like I could hardly breathe, and all these bad thoughts just started rushing through my head, my body felt numb, like when Mr. Archer had told us about his wife. 

Dan noticed me struggling and opened his arms. I hugged him, and his long arms went around me and held me tightly. I felt safer, and more calm. It felt a bit like hugging Thomas. When the ambulance got here, I wasn't allowed to get in with him, just Dan was. Dad and me followed behind it in the car. 

When we arrived at the hospital Thomas was wheeled off, leaving Dan, dad and I in the waiting room. "He'll be fine, Milly," Dan said, rubbing my back. My own dad was being awkward, I knew he wanted to hug me, he just wasn't that kind of person. 

Ana, Thomas' mum, arrived in a panic, half of her hair was tumbling down from her ponytail and her makeup was all smudged, a baggy jumper thrown overtop of a shirt and sweatpants. She rushed over to us, where Dan told her how they found him and how they called the ambulance. 

"What happened, Mill?" Dad asked me, and Thomas' parents looked at me with earnest eyes. 

"Well, we were having a pillow fight," I blushed, it sounded so dumb. "On my bed, and we were stood up, so Thomas was jumping around, and he missed his footing. I thought he was playing around when he didn't get back up, but.." I started crying, my tone laced had been with fear. 

Now dad brought me into his chest, hugging me tight. After more reassuring words from Ana I finally calmed down.

* 

I woke up an hour later leaning against dad, he was gently shaking me. "We can go see him now, sweetie," He told me, pulling me up.

We went into a ward, and in the last bed on the end was Thomas, sitting up, rigid because he was wearing a neck brace. He looked groggy but had an adorable sleepy smile on his face, I ran up to him and carefully hugged him. 

"I'm alive!" He said, feebly lifting up his arms so he could do jazz hands. I laughed, along with Ana. 

"The doctor said i'll have to stay here for like three weeks, something to do with my neck and what I sprained and stuff," he explained, and my heart sank. 

"It was my fault really, I shouldn't have hit you in the first place," I sighed, scared my voice would crack and I would start crying again. Of course he denied that it was my fault, and Dan said it was nobody's fault, but I couldn't help feeling like shit.

"I can tell you feel bad still, so to make it up to me.." 

"Thomas! She doesn't need to make it up to you," Ana scolded him, shaking her head a bit, she said it while placing her hands on my shoulders.

"I know she doesn't, but I was wondering, Milly, if you could feed Harley for me while i'm in hospital?"

"What's Harley...?" I asked suspiciously, as once again everyone burst out laughing.