Bruised (A Thomas Torres Fanfiction)

Nineteen

A/N: It's been a while. I know I posted a chapter 19 before but I took it down a couple of days ago. I retained some but I changed most of it. Honestly, I hated how the first one turned out. That's the major reason why I couldn't finish this book. Hopefully, now that I've revised it, I'll be able to close this book for good.

I want to thank you for still reading this despite being untouched for a year or two. Thank you for patiently waiting. I'll try to get twenty up as soon as possible. That will probably be the last chapter.

Enjoy.

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Why?

The question kept on repeating itself in my mind as I sat on one of the chairs lining the white hallway. I was still in the clothes I wore to the wedding, minus the coat and the tie. I didn't have the time to change after I found Tina. All that was in my mind at that time was that I had to take her to some hospital.

The image of two pill bottles came to mind. I couldn't stop myself from thinking back to a couple of hours ago.

When I found her sprawled out on the floor, unconscious, I felt my heart stop. I was quick to fall down on my knees beside her, trying to wake her up. However, she was absolutely knocked out. My frantic eyes kept on scanning different parts of her body for any sign of life. Two of my fingers checked her wrist for a pulse. The panic that I was feeling became amplified because of the faintness of her pulse. I remember repeatedly muttering, "Oh God," as shook my head. My eyes landed on two empty pill bottles lying just a few inches away from her other hand. I quickly took them before carrying Tina in my arms towards my car.

The drive to the hospital was tense. I could barely breath. I believe that I went over the speed limit a couple of times, beat quite a number of red lights, just to get her to the emergency room as quickly as possible. The nurses rolled her away in a stretcher as they rushed her in and I was left here in this hallway.

Why did she have those pills? Particularly, sleeping pills and painkillers. More importantly, why were the two bottles empty? As far as I know, mixing the two doesn't end well.

I froze. Don't tell me she... I quickly turned to look at the door to the emergency room. The nurses have taken the bottles from me when they rolled her in.

I turned to the other side of the hallway when I heard footsteps approaching. Angel was briskly walking with Tommy right behind her. They both looked worried but Angel also looked panicked.

"What happened?" She asked. Well, demanded would be a better word if you saw how much she wanted answers. If I never knew about how the two stepsisters became close over those years, I'd be questioning why Angel was acting that way.

I told her everything—from the moment I entered Tina's room to the time the nurses rushed her into the ER. I kept on glancing between Tommy and Angel while they were listening. They both looked like they knew what was going on. Rather, why it happened. That thought of mine was confirmed even more when Angel visibly paled and shook her head repeatedly.

"No, no, no, no, no," the words rushed from her lips in a whisper as Tommy held her shoulders to keep her stable.

I eyed the both of them, watching as Angel was starting to really panic. She was biting her lip while Tommy was reassuring her that everything will be okay—that Tina will be fine. Their hands were tightly intertwined, as if both of them were afraid that they'd lose their ground when they let go. Tommy and Angel might have been arranged to marry each other by their families but it seems to me like everything went smoothly.

"What's happening, Angel?" I questioned once I found the courage to do so. I wanted to know but at the same time, I didn't want to. I was afraid of what I'd hear.