Tom Holland Imagines

Tragedy Part 2

~A/n, prepare yourselves for this part . . .it internally killed me. All creds goes to @purple_raspberry123 !!! xox~

The plane ride felt like an eternity. Tom had even rented a private jet to get to London at maximum speed, but it wasn't enough. He had tried to call any number he could think of to get any information, but it was a dead end each time. At last, the plane touched down and Tom was running down the runway to the taxi before the jet even fully stopped. Within the hour, he had reached the crash site.

There were flashing lights, so many flashing lights. Officers directed traffic around the scene and emergency vehicles were parked in every corner and spot of the narrow streets. Tom scanned the crowd, desperately searching for your face, but you were nowhere. There were a few fangirl screams, but instead of the usual smile that they brought to his face they only made him sick inside. Tom hurried to an officer and demanded a rundown of the situation.

It was worse than he thought.

The semi-truck had blown a tire and smashed into your car, causing it to flip and become airborne for a brief moment. When it had landed, the semi-truck driver had attempted to swerve out of the way but it resulted in a flip of its own, landing on your car. The truck driver had made it out with minor injuries, but the emergency personnel were still desperately trying to figure out how to get you out from under the semi-truck. The bed of the truck had landed on top of your car, nearly flattening it and pinning you underneath. There was almost no way to get you out without compromising the whole situation and causing the car to be completely flattened and, in the process, killing you.

When the officer finished explaining, Tom nearly broke into a rage. He had to get to you, had to get you out before it was too late. There were several officers restraining him so he wouldn't run out and try and get you out.

Back in your car, your eyes fluttered, then scrunched shut again. You were hanging upside down and your head pounded with the blood rush. Hot, sticky blood ran down your cheek and onto your scalp, before dripping onto the roof of your car beneath you. There was a brief moment where you couldn't feel anything, and then you felt everything. You let out a scream. White-hot agony radiated from your leg. Shuddering and gasping, you struggled to look upwards. Seeing the jagged piece of metal puncturing your leg, you moaned. It hurt so badly; you screamed for help again. Salty tears mingled with the blood. There had to be someone out there. There has to be.

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Tom suddenly stopped.

"Did you hear that?! Did you hear that scream?! That was Y/n!" He cried. An idea flashed through his mind. Logic told him no, but impulse quickly overrode it. Using one of the many moves he learned on set, Tom burst through the officers, flipping one over onto his back, then leaped over the yellow tape and rushed towards your car. He dropped to his knees next to the shattered driver's window. "Y/n? Y/n!"

You couldn't believe your ears. It couldn't be, right?

"T-Tom?" Your voice was shaky and pained.

"Y/n! Baby!" There was a choked gasp of relief.

"Tom, it hurts, it hurts so bad." You were crying again. You couldn't see him, but you knew he was there.

"What? What hurts? Talk to me baby! Please!" He was frantic now.

"There's a piece of metal in my leg. I think... I think it's going all the way through." You shuddered again and let out a moan of pain. Tom clenched his fists. His heart felt as if it was going to break. There's nothing I can do. Rage filled him, frustration at not being able to protect you enveloping him. Tom's eyes burned, tears filling the corners of his eyes.

"Tom?" You barely spoke, feeling unconsciousness slowly edging into your mind.

"I'm—I'm here. I won't leave, I promise." His voice cracked.

"I can't... stay awake."

"It's ok. Go back to sleep, and when you wake up, you'll be safe and taken care of. I promise." It hurt your heart to hear the emotion in his voice.

"O.... ok." With that you gave in to the wave of darkness and your head hung limp once again. Outside, Tom slammed his fist into the car in anger, denting it further. There's got to be something I can do! He surveyed the car, then noticed the destroyed hinges of the door. Before anyone could restrain him or tell him otherwise, Tom had ripped the car door off its hinges and tossed it to the ground. When he saw you, his breath caught in his throat. You were hanging upside down, pinned to your seat by your seatbelt and the metal going through your leg. There was blood, so much blood. Your leg was drenched in the crimson liquid, and it dripped from your cheek where a shard of glass from the windshield has sliced it open. You were deathly pale and cold to the touch. There were shouts for him to evacuate the site, before further compromising the delicate balance of the bed of the truck and your car, but Tom wouldn't listen. Slowly, he scooted into the car, ignoring the shards of glass slicing through his shirt and into his back. Reaching up, he carefully unbuckled the seatbelt and held you up so you wouldn't fall and make your leg worse. Gingerly holding you up with one arm, he used the other arm to press the button on the side of your chair, electronically scooting it backwards.

A moan erupted from your lips as the metal slowly slid out of your leg and Tom winced. Finally, your leg was free and Tom let you tumble into his arms. Wrapping his arms around you, he breathed a sigh of relief. Now that he had you, there was nothing that could hurt you again. He slowly crawled out of the car with you in his arms, cringing as the shards of glass went deeper. Finally, he made it out and stood up, carrying you bridal style to a paramedic waiting. The emergency personnel and officers couldn't believe their eyes.

Slowly, your eyes opened. To your surprise, you were looking up at your beloved's face. It was scratched, and his hair was falling in his eyes, but it was him. You ignored the agonizing pain radiating through your body and instead wrapped your arms around his neck. He hugged you tighter and hoarsely whispered in your ear, "I told you I'd get you out. I meant it." Tears slipped down your cheeks and mingled with blood, but soon you felt tears that you knew weren't your own. Tom buried his face in your hair. "Don't do that to me again, ok?" His voice was strangled. You let out a painful giggle.

"I promise all I wanted was coffee." Now a laugh broke out from Tom.

"Next time let me get it." He kissed you gingerly, then pulled away. You cupped his face in your hands and brought him down to you and kissed him harder. A cheer erupted from the standby crowd and paramedics rushed to take you and treat the multiple injuries you had sustained. Tom climbed into the ambulance that you were in and as the doors slammed shut, grabbed your hand and held it tight. You squeezed his hand lightly, before passing out again due to loss of blood. Tom smiled a tight-lipped smile and rubbed your knuckles with his thumb. Everything's gonna be ok.

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