*Toms POV*
"What do you mean?" I say, falling into the metal chair behind me. This place makes me feel sick. The washed out walls, the nauseating smell of cleaning bleach and the doors that slam shut, making me jump every time someone walks through the corridor.
The nurse stood in front of me sits down opposite, clip board in hand. "It's just a warning. The accident was very serious and it's vital that you prepare yourself for the worst." She smiles sadly and gets a pen out of her pocket. "can I take your name?"
"is she going to die?"
"we are doing the best we can. As I said, it was a very serious accident."
"it wasn't an accident." I say, looking down at my sweaty palms.
"I apologise. Now, I need to take your name for records. I promise I will tell you any news as soon as we know."
"Tom Holland." I say, lowering my head into my hand.
"thankyou. I understand it is hard. Have you contacted your family?"
I nod. "They are on their way."
She places her hand lightly on my shoulder before swiftly walking away.
I am left alone.
What if Katy is alone. What if she is scared.
What if she's given up.
"you'll be alright, I know you will." I whisper, a silent tear falling down my cheek. "you cant leave me."
I rest my elbows on my knees and focus on the floor- a dull brown colour.
All of a sudden a door across the hall swings open and then slams shut.
A man in a doctors uniform runs out holding a clip board. He lifts a radio-mic from his collar and talks into it.
I wipe the tears from my cheeks and lean over so I can hear what he is saying.
His words cling to the back of my skull like a background noise, circling around and around my head.
The words that make my world collapse, my head spin and my heart fall to the pit of my stomach.
"I need another member of staff up here. I've done all of the tests. Pulse, airways..." he pauses and drags his arm across his forehead. "I just need conformation."
