Without You (Tony Oller fan fiction)

But...Malcolm

Tears rolled down Jenna's cheeks.

She was so scared, and hurt, but she feared how Tony would react more than she had ever feared anything.

Tony stood there, blank and expressionless. He wasn't buying it.

He'd always been a stubborn guy, but it was usually out of the need to be a sarcastic douche-bag to those who deserved it.

Now, was out of guilt and frustration. He wasn't about to believe what the doctor had to say.

Jenna positioned herself behind Tony, hiding, like a child behind their mother. She was afraid of how the doctor would take into consideration Tony's attitude when addressing Malcolm's situation.

"Not fucking buyin' it," Tony said angrily through with his arms crossed on his chest.

"Sir, I know you're grieving. Hell, if my best friend were in a coma too, I'd be hurt but-"

The doctor was cut off by Tony's angry and hate filled reaction.

"But if your best friend were in a coma, would it be because of you? Would it be because you asked them to help you do something big? Would it?" Tony said, in rage but also out of fear.

Malcolm was his little bro for as long as he could remember. Malcolm was a part of tony. Tony couldn't bare to lose Malcolm, especially because he was a part of what happened to Malcolm.

"Sir-" the doctor began but Tony cut him off.

"Look, you don't have to talk to me like a child. I asked you a question. Yes or no? Just. Don't talk to me unless it's about my best friend. You can fuck yourself." Tony smarted off.

"Tony! Doctor, I'm so sorry. He's not usually like this. Tony; death is a natural part of life and-"

"DO NOT FUCKING TELL ME ABOUT DEATH. WHY WOULD WE NEED TO?! MALCOLM IS NOT DYING. DO NOT SAY HE'S DYING. HE'S NOT FUCKING DYING. NOT TODAY. NOT TOMORROW. SHIT."

Within a matter of seconds, a wave of guilt flashed over Tony's face.

"Miss Stealth, Mr. Oller, we are doing all we can for Mr. Kelley. He was severely injured, many abrasions to the arms, legs, and face. The flipping of the car caused a few breaks in the forearms and his left ankle. The head trauma is what is troubling. I'm sorry. We are monitoring it, but this is difficult." The doctor nodded, and left the room, leaving Tony to wander his mind, which was dangerous.

"Jenna. I-I'm sorry. I....just-" Tony began.

He fell to his knees, sobbing.

Jenna kneeled beside him, and began rubbing his back. She positioned him to wear his head lay in the the space between her neck and shoulder, on her chest.

"Don't apologize, Tony." She cooed. She could never be angry at him. She knew he only yelled at her because he was grieving.

"But I yelled at you...." Tony said in a hushed tone, between sobs into her neck.

"Baby," she lifted his head up to make eye contact. She cupped his head in her hands, using her thumb to wipe away his tears, "It's okay. I understand. Malcolm is strong. He wouldn't leave you. I know for a fact, he wouldn't go out without saying goodbye to his family, friends, fans, and his partner in crime, you. Don't worry, honey. He's going to be okay. We'll come here everyday until he wakes up." She kissed his cheek one more time, "he's going to be okay, baby."

Tony smiled, and he picked himself and Jenna up off the floor.

Right then, the door busted open.

"WHERE IS MY BABY?!" A woman screamed.

Tony exchanged looks with Jenna.

"Malcolm's mom." He whispered, fear flushing his face

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