Without You (Tony Oller fan fiction)

Tony's Point Of View

*******MUST HAVE READ THE FIRST COUPLE CHAPTERS TO UNDERSTAND***********

I paced back and fourth across the floor of the hospital.

The beeps of the monitor were the only thing assuring me Jenna was alive.

"Tony, stop pacing." Eman snapped, scrolling through his Twitter feed. He always checks his feed at odd times. Maybe it's his way of expressing nervousness. Maybe he's just uninterested in my fear for this girl's life.

"What if she doesn't wake up?"

"Tony, the doctors said at most it's a simple concussion. You fell on her pretty hard, so she's going to be knocked out for a while-"

"Man, it's been three and a half days! What if the doctors are wrong?? She was an innocent fan in the front row. I landed her trying to be a badass. Fuck! I'm an idiot, I know. If she ends up suing, I wouldn't be surprised. Imagine what her family will think when they find out what a fucking stupid move I made." I huffed.

Eman put his phone in his lap, flashing me a half smirk and killer eyebrow grin.

Stopping in the middle of pacing, I looked at his look, "what?"

"You." He laughed his ass off.

I scrunched my eyebrows, failing to see the humor in the situation I'd caused.

"You're freaking out over this girl you met less than a week ago. You spoke with her for a whole ten minutes before she blacked out and the paramedics took her away in a separate ambulance."

I bit my lower lip, "what are you trying to say?"

Eman rose his eyebrows in my direction, turned his focus to Jenna, and back to me, "She is pretty cute, so I understand why you're developing a protective bubble around her."

EMAN SERIOUSLY FUCKING THINKS I HAVE FEELINGS FOR THIS GIRL?? I HARDLY EVEN KNOW HER NAME. I FELL ON HER AT A SHOW WHERE SHE WAS MAKING GOOGLY EYES AT WESLEY. I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING BESIDES HER NAME AND HOW CUTE SHE THINKS I AM.

I crossed my arms in protest, "You think you know it all, don't you? Well, let me tell you Eman, you don't know shit and I'm perfectly okay with-"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" A blood-curdling scream erupted from Jenna, sending me back, falling on my ass.

Her eyes were open. She was awake. Immediately after the scream ceased, she began hyperventilating, nervously searching the room, "Where am I?! Where's Malcolm?? Is Tony alive?" She yelped.

A group of men and women marched in, checking her vitals, asking a series of questions, sending her into a frenzy. I couldn't just sit back and watch.

I pushed my way past two make nurses, "Jenna. Jenna. Hey, look at me."

Her panicked eyes met mine, and I noticed how beautiful they were. They shined beautifully in the light. What a beautiful shade of blue they were. The worries drained from her eyes and her breathing slowed down as well, "T-Tony?" She asked, scrunching her eyebrows.

"Hey." I smiled, unintentionally.

"You're alive?"

What? Why wouldn't I be? What has this girl been dreaming about while she was incapacitated?

"Why wouldn't I be?" He laughed.

"Because Malcolm-" she started, and began running her fingers through her hair. She stopped mid-hair-line, "Ow. What happened to me?" She asked desperately concerned.

"I landed on you at a concert a few days ago. You hit your head pretty hard. I'm deeply sorry, but you've been asleep for the past 3 and a half days." I slowly laid in out for her to take in.

"Oh my god." She leaned her head back, releasing tears and laughing, "What a fucked up dream!" She sobbed.

The nurses began questioning her again.

"Stop, please. I'm confused. I don't know what's happening. I'm scared." She cried, desperate for some space.

I grabbed her hand, and sat on an empty spot at the end of her bed, "I'll sit with you, if you'd like."

The tears slowly fell off her cheeks one by one. She made eye contact. That beautiful shade of blue sent my heart into a frenzy once more. Appreciation was visible in her glance, "thank you" she choked out, letting a deep sigh of relief into the air.

The nurses and doctors did their thing. They exited leaving Jenna, Eman, and I in the room.

I shot Eman a glance, and he was out of the room quicker than expected.

"so," I tried to begin a conversation, "This dream you mentioned. What was it about?"

She let out a small laugh, "It was about you, and I, and Malcolm. It was vivid. Like something out of a teen fanfiction." She joked.

"Well, I'd love to hear about it."

A killer smile flashed her gorgeous face, "It'd take a lot of time."

I pushed a stray hair behind her ear, and sat closer to her, "Good think I've got plenty of time."

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How did y'all enjoy that whole plot twist??

She's been dreaming this entire time!!!

She never dated Tony. Or Malcolm.

Malcolm never got in an accident.

Tony never proposed.

She never broke Tony's heart.

Malcolm isn't dying.

Malcolm didn't shoot Tony.

But there's still more to come ◕‿↼

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