If Our Life Was a Movie - Thomas Sangster Fanfic

Y/N ☆ Chapter 5

Thomas's car is warm and smells like him. I try to calm myself down, my breathing is still pretty heavy and I can't say a word without shaking.

What if Thomas takes me somewhere else? What if he tries to-

"You'll be alright. I'm sorry I raised my voice at you earlier, I just wish you told me," Thomas speaks up, snapping my attention away.

"I-..." I struggle to form words.

"You don't have to talk love," Thomas assures, "I won't make you do anything you don't want to," he says.

Well that's new.

"Thomas, I don't want to go to the hospital," I tell him.

"Listen, you have to, before this injury turns into bigger problems,"

"But there will be bills! And questions, and papers, and I have to be home by 6:00," I exclaim.

"I'll pay for you, and I'll answer all the questions if I have to," Thomas says, "I'll even drive you home," he says, trying to be genuine.

I nod, finding it useless to argue. And besides, arguing always lead to getting hurt.

"You have to tell me the truth," he starts, "I can't help you if I don't know what happened,"

"It's more complicated than you think," I say, thinking of more ways to avoid the question.

"It's either me, or the doctors. You can trust me more than them,"

I have to think fast, "There's this boxing thing my friend does, and I wanted to try and beat this guy. I thought I was ready, but he punched me and I got knocked out," I explain, praying he can't detect lies.

"Why don't you want people to know?" you ask.

"Um my friend felt bad for encouraging me...and I didn't want to get the guy in troubled because he is her boyfriend," I add.

"Hm," he says.

I shrink in my seat. Closing my eyes tightly and dreaming of another world.

A few moments later, the car stops and Thomas places a hand on my thy, "Hey Y/N, we're here," he whispers.

I slowly open my eyes and my eyes grow wide at his hand, he quickly moves it off and blushed slightly.

I shrug it off and we walk inside.

At the sight of the first doctor I shrink into Thomas's chest.

They were smart, and they would know I was lying, they would tell Jack and he would touch me and hurt me more than he ever has.

Though as of right now, it felt that nothing could be worse than this pain.

"Hello Mr.Sangster, back again so soon?" the receptionist says brightly.

"Yes, but this is for Y/N," he says.

I grip the side of Thomas's sweatshirt. Pulling myself closer, as if trying to hide.

"Wow, she is beautiful, is she your girlfriend?" the lady asks.

"Um no, she's a friend," Thomas says, sensing my discomfort and putting an arm around me.

"How is acting?" she asks.

"I would really love to talk Mrs. Clark but Y/N is hurt and we need to see someone strait away,"

"Right then, please head to room D115, doctor will be right with you," she says.

Thomas leads me to the room and helps me sit on the bed.

"Still hurt?" he asks.

I look up at him, then look down again. Scared to say anything.

Then, I feel the bed sink to the left side of me. Thomas gently grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers.

"I want you to know that I am here for you, you can trust me, alright? Something is going on, and I know you don't trust me yet, but I can help you,"

I look up at him and open my mouth to say something but at that moment the doctor comes in, and I squeeze Thomas's hand tighter.

"Hello, Miss. Y/L/N, what seems to be the problem?" the doctor asks.

No No No No this was NOT happening. The doctor was Jacks DAD! Who was totally oblivious to the fact of anything! I had to get out of here!

I squeeze Thomas's hand, silently whispering "please, please, no,"

Thomas furrows his eyebrows, "Excuse me sir, can we have a few more minutes," Thomas asks.

"Uh I have a tight schedule-"

"Please Sir!" Thomas begs.

"Fine," he groans and leaves the room.

Tears well up in my eyes in an instant, "Thomas please, I can't do this, I forgot about him, we need to leave, we have to-"

"Hey, hey, calm down, yeah? Do you want another doctor?" he asks me.

I gulp down, "y-yeah,"

"Alright, I'll request another one, but we have to have a reason. Do you think you broke your rib? Because we could ask for-"

I hadn't even thought about that possibility, breaking my rib was serious.

"Yeah, just please hurry," I plead.

"Alright, I'll be back," Thomas says. Darting out the door.

. . .

The new doctor was a total stranger and that was perfect. He fixed my two broken ribs but they still would take a week to heal.

I thanked Thomas and an odd realization came over me, Thomas wasn't like anyone else, like Jack. He made me feel loved and he wouldn't try to hurt me.

I could feel myself getting closer.