Every Second of Every Minute of Everyday - Tom Holland - Book 1

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"Could you hit me up with a little bit more? I'm still in a lot of pain." I tell my nurse. She nods before adding more pain killers to my IV thing. "Thank you."

"Hey..." Tom knocks lightly on the open door. I smile brightly at the sight of him, he still looks breath taking, even with those sleep deprived eyes.

"Hey!" I beam. I give a small wave to my nurse who is leaving as Tom comes in to sit beside me.

"You're in a lot of pain?" Tom asks, setting his jaw. "Did you get some rest last night?"

"Did you?" Was my response, but I didn't wait for his response. "I argued all morning about sitting up today, and the nurse finally caved!" I wait a couple seconds for a reaction from him, but he only forces a smile. "What's up?"

"I didn't know you were in so much pain." Tom mumbles. I sigh, raking my fingers through his un-gelled hair.

"I'm fine." I tell him. "Where's my good morning kiss?"

Tom chuckles, rolling his eyes. He gets up and leans over the arm rest of the bed to give me a soft kiss. When he sits back down, I grin back down at him.

"Now, that takes away half of the pain." Tom simply raises his eyebrow.

"So, another would take the other half away?"

"Wouldn't hurt to try." I wink. Tom leans back over, reconnecting our lips. But this time, the kiss is deeper with more emotion.

Tom pulls away, sitting back down, but he takes my hand into his.

Over the few days, Tom spent his time home with me in the hospital. Though, I'd make him go and do things with his brothers and leave early to go see his parents. His family did come by and visit me, bringing me flowers, a balloon, and a stuffed bear that had Spider-Man on it.

I'm finally able to go home today, and I'm so excited. The hospital provides crutches, but Pappy bought me a scooter thing that I lay my knee on and I can scoot around instead of crutch. I have to have this brace thing for my ribs since they're not healed. Nothing is healed to be exact, but I persistently made the point that I will heal just as fast at home, I'll just be comfy.

So, here I am being wheeled to the car in a wheel chair. Mum is here to drive me home, make sure I'm settled, then she has to go to work. I'll only be home alone for like an hour before Tom, Harrison, and Harry come over to watch and hang with me.

Once we get to the car, I stand up, waving mum off of me. She chuckles and just holds the door open for me. With my tongue stuck out, I lightly hop to the seat, because I do have broken ribs and it hurts to jolt them.

Once I'm seated, I buckle up and close the door, smiling and giving mum two thumbs up. She laughs and gets into the drivers seat.

While driving home, mum goes over my medicine schedule, which I just mumble and nod along, not really caring since it'll be on the fridge. When we finally get home, mum hands me the crutches, which I glare at. It hurts to use them, especially with my ribs! But, the scooter is in my room and it'd be pointless for mum to go get it and bring it out to me. I'll just fight through the pain.

Mum helps me get inside and to the couch, my room being too far away. She does her nursing on me, asking how I feel, where does it hurt, on a scale of one to ten, and so on. I answered them all in a monotone, laying on my back, waving her off.

"Mum, I'm fine, you can go back to work. I texted Tom, he said they're on their way." I inform her. "They all have your number and they'll call you if I need help, and if they need help, I'll call you. I'll be fine."