Without You (Tony Oller fan fiction)

Way To Go

Previously in Without You;
Tony fell to his knees, head pressed against the filthy hospital floors. Painfully loud sobs erupted from Tony at intervals. They came and went, escaping his mouth between time long enough for him to take a deep breath and eject another sob once more.

There he lay, on the visitor room entrance's floor, hollow.

Nobody would wipe away his tears. Nobody would hug him. Nobody cared.
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The visitor's room entrance doors slid open. Muddy tennis shoes squeaked against the floor as they traveled slowly. The rain was pounding heavily and constant against the roof of the building. December in Los Angeles was almost as unpredictable as April. One day it was sunny and 85 degrees, one day it's raining and below freezing.

Tony, still in fetal position un-attentive to the rest of the world, failed to notice the woman squeaking by him to visit a patient.

He cried out, "Jenna, I love you," as warm tears streamed his cheeks. He was falling into a deep, dark pit of hollow heartedness and despair. Self pity was the last thing Tony aspired to experience, but sometimes himself is all he noted. He only felt for himself. He only acknowledged the pain inside his heart at the moment. He was alone to his thoughts, which was a hazardous place to be especially when he was in pain.

The woman had bandages wrapped around her head, blood clumps dried into her long, brown hair. Puzzled, her eyes fell to the man lying on the floor crying out her name.

"I love you too?" She stated in the way of a question.

Mid sob, Tony's loud and painful wallow ceased. The small transparent room fell absolutely silent. The only audible noise was beeping machines on the multiple levels of injured patients above and below them. The room's atmosphere grew intense as Tony lifted his head from the hospital floor. His eyes were still streaming tears, but now his face morphed into something so much differently, "Jenna? Jenna Marie Stealth?" He questioned, picking himself up, gathering his pride and assisting himself towards the broken woman.

"Who else?" She replied obnoxiously, confused at why Tony was upset.

He stood across from her, at least ten feet of puzzling atmosphere visible between the two. The two who claimed themselves to be lovers, fiancés, they stood apart the way brothers and sisters did. It was an awkward time for the two. Jenna; oblivious to what was occurring the moment she walked into the hospital from the wreck she'd been engaged in. Tony; thinking he just witnessed Jenna's death. He was confused. He'd just watched the woman rolled into the room, then watched her die on the table. It was all there in black and white.

"Where is Malcolm? Is he dead? Just be honest." Jenna began to blink away her tears quickly.

"What? No. He's alive."

Jenna's eyes grew larger. She was flushed with anger. In that moment, the adjusted the bandages on her head and began flailing her arms back and fourth at Tony. She was attacking him, beating him with her long, scrawny arms.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! IF HE IS ALIVE WHY THE HELL DID YOU SOUND SO CONCERNED OVER THE PHONE YOU FUCKING DOUCHE?! I GOT IN A WRECK BECAUSE OF THAT CALL. AND I HAD NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT?!!!" Jenna yelped, continuously swinging her little fists at Tony.

He caught both fists in his own hands, wrapping them around each other, engulfing her in a hug.

She struggled to push him away, kicking, screaming, fighting the best she could.

"I hate you!" She shouted, loud enough for security guards to acknowledge. They did, but they'd witnessed Tony's painfully loud shrieks of emotional pain, so they allowed it.

"I love you." He smiled, leaning his face into her blood-stained hair, "I thought I lost you."

"Well you didn't. Let me go. I want to see Malcolm. I thought he was dead, Tony!" She struggled, trying her hardest to free herself from Tony's grip.

"Don't you care how hurt I was that I thought I lost you.....?" He sucked back the tears.

"Don't you care how hurt I was that I thought I lost Malcolm?!" Jenna managed to pry apart Tony fingers, leaving him alone in the middle of the room, as she threw herself through the door towards Malcolm's room.

Tony followed, half heartedly.

He knew he was losing the girl he loved, for one stupid mistake. He'd already pushed Malcolm away. "Way to go, Tony." He said to himself under his breath.

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