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The morning was quick to promptly charge you off of your feet, and then pitch you down into the depths of hell. Your head was pounding when you finally unlatched your eyes from one another, running your tongue over your dry lips as the taste of dried spit flooded your mouth. Your hair clung to your dampened neck like a spider to it's web, holding you there in an uncomfortable battle to break free from each strand. As you began to lift yourself upright, a harsh groan came from beneath you, your palms vibrating at the noise. You looked down, seeing Tom uncomfortably fighting to break off from the pressure of his chest. You'd slept like that all night?
An occasional 'shit' or mumbled 'sorry' rolled off your tongue as you shifted beneath the sheets, landing on your hip beside Tom. Your body suddenly ran cold as the realisation that the heating wasn't on was quick to bite you in the bum. A cold shiver plunged down your spine, making your hairs stand on end as the neglected side of the bed tugged away all of your heat selfishly.
"Morning" Tom grumbled under his breath, rolling over to you and tightly wrapping an arm over your torso, forcefully connecting your bodies together. You winced lightly, feeling the sudden rush to your head. You almost struck Tom in the chin as your hand flew to the location of the pain, feeling the butterflies stitches popping open slowly. "Tom, I think it's bleeding" you uttered as you felt a warm liquid coat your fingers. Tom's eyes shot open quickly, looking up through the sheets to your forehead. Your breath caught itself in your throat as his pupils widened and the sheets flew away from his body, landing harshly on the ground. Your legs were shifted from the mattress as his hands flew underneath you, body flying everywhere as you were lifted off the bed, being carried rather unsteadily by a breathy Tom to the bathroom.
"Jeez Tom don't move too fast" you mellowed sarcastically as he sat you down on the toilet seat, the cold biting down harshly on your bare skin making you jump. As Tom moved to run through the medical cupboard, you caught a glimce of yourself in the mirror. The wave of sarcasm and joyfulness was washed away and replaced with pure fear. Lying face down all night was a mistake, as now all the blood that could have been re circulating around your body had come straight for the open gap and seeped down your face. The sticky fluid was dried amongst your cheek bones, eye lashes and some replacing the old dried wound on your lip. You looked like you'd been in a fight with a bear... And lost.
When Tom saw your face, a rush of panic filled his body. He'd be lying if he said he'd never seen so much blood, but when it was one someone that he cared for it was different. He couldn't handle Harrison getting a paper cut, never mind... You. Quickly pulling out a rag and some more stitches, he ran the small towel under the hot tap before kneeling before you, neglecting the harsh burn on his own skin. His brown doe eyes filled with complete worry and compassion. Your mind was spinning just thinking about the imagine that was now forever imprinted on your mind.
"Tom I-"
"No, just shut up and sit still" Tom instructed, however the slight shake in his voice put you off slightly. You nodded, swallowing back your voice as the hot towel came into contact with your sore skin, soaking through every mark and scratch that was imprinted on you. The towel went from a stainless white, to a blushed out pink, and now to a washed out red. How much was there? All the while Tom was focusing on your skin, you were hooked on his eyes. The way he looked at you, at times catching your line of sight as his hands continued to travel around your face before stopping, and then returning to another spot. How was something so illogical, meaningless, senseless... Becoming something with so much passion, need, desire? At the start of this ordeal you knew you'd hit a bump in the road, but this was more like a pot hole. Emotions were slammed out on the table, and every glance, look, movement and word that left each of your bodies was like being struck with an adrenaline needle just to be tied down with steel chains.
