"Where the fuck is Jenna?!" Tony exclaimed, tossing his jacket across the hospital room in Eman's direction.
Eman was leaned against the door his arms crossed, giving Tony the "way to fucking go, dip shit" look.
Eman opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't you dare start in on me being a prick and playing it off like Malcolm is dead. Don't lecture me, man. Don't do it-" Tony interrupted, irritated and obviously stressed.
"Man, why didn't you just tell her-" Malcolm coughed, looking up from the machines for the first time since he had awaken from the coma, "You ask her to marry you, and then you play mind games? Tony, that's not how you do it" Malcolm laughed, anger hidden discretely behind every word that flew off his lips.
"I don't know. I wanted her to expect the worst so you being alive would be even better for her. I called her over an hour ago, bro. Our apartment is only a few miles from here." Tony whimpered, tracing the iPhone in his hand. He pressed the center button, glaring at the photo of him and Jenna kissing, "I'll just call her again."
"Yeah. Don't fuck shit up this time!" Eman laughed, opening the door he had been standing against.
"Wait. Lemme talk to her." Malcolm pleaded.
Tony had already walked out the door, into the hallway.
He stood there, re-dialing.
Angrier and angrier, he sensed maybe Jenna wasn't coming. He was mad she wouldn't answer. He tried with all his might not to toss the new phone he had recently gotten across the corridor. Jenna forced him to buy another after he broke the one he had for years.
"Leave a voicemail at the tone," when the tone went off, Tony angrily let out his fears and hurt into a message, "fucking answer me baby. Where are you? I'm scared. Malcolm is okay and you need to get here. Answer me please!" He sobbed in utter rage.
"MOVE MOVE MOVE" two male nurses shouted down the hall at Tony. Behind them followed a stretcher. The stretcher had Ivys hooked up to it.
Lying across the stretcher was a beautiful, bloody woman. She was mutilated.
Tony's heart burst.
No wonder Jenna hadn't answered. Because she was lying on that very stretcher
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Without You (Tony Oller fan fiction)
FanficTony Michael Oller; the beautiful "T.O." To MKTO. A voice so beautiful, birds fling themselves to their death just to get a closer listen. A face so unforgettable, so precious. Those emerald eyes, so hypnotizing, and the only thing they desire to se...
