Tom Holland imagines

Forgotten - Tom Holland

Warning: possible anxiety/panic attack triggers and a whole lot of Flufffffffff.

Beep........Beep......Beep....

My eyes fluttered open slowly. I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the bright, eye piercing lights. I looked around the white room and froze.

Oh my gosh. I was in a hospital room! I quickly sat up in the bed. What am I doing here? What's that ringing in my ears.... what am I doing in a hospital bed? Suddenly the door to my room opened and a nurse came through.

"Hello. My name is Doctor Hart." She introduced herself.

"What am I doing here?" I asked.

"You were involved in a car accident. What is the last thing you can remember?" She asked sweetly as she walked to my side.

"The last thing I remember... is... going to bed the night before Comic Con." I recalled, "Wait. What day is it?" I asked with worry. If I was here more then a day then that means I missed Comic con! I had bought tickets to meet Tom Holland and everything!

"It is Friday the 13th of August." She answered.

"WHAT!!?" I screamed, she jumped and calmly tried to hush my tone.

"What date did you think it was?" She asked.

"Hold on. What year is it?" I asked worriedly.

"2023." She replied and everything stopped. Oh My God. HAVE I BEEN IN A COMA FOR FOUR YEARS!?!?!?! WHAT!? OH MY GOSH I CANT REMEMBER ANYTHING FROM THEN ON! WAS I DEAD FOR A WHILE!? WHATS HAPPENING AAAAAAAAAH!!!!! The nurse looked at my expression she suddenly was over come with worry before masking it, "What year did you think it was?" She asked me softly.

"It's 2019! It cannot be 2023! Have I been in a coma for four YEARS!?" I screamed.

"Miss please call down. You have not been in a coma for four years. You have been in a coma for six days. Not years. When you were in the crash you lost your memory of the past four years." She explained and I calmed down. A little. I can't remember anything from the past four years?

"Why don't I remember the past four years but every thing else?" I asked and my voice cracked.

"We don't know yet. It may be because your brain remembered that day because it was your most memorable day or it either wanted to forget everything up until that point." I swallowed and my head hurt. I nodded in response, "Would you like me to send in your emergency contact? He was the person you called before the crash." I nodded and she left. Wait... he?...

After a moment the door opened and someone walked through, "y/n?..." They spoke and my head shot up. I froze completely and the blood left my face. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open. BECAUSE OH MY GOD IT WAS THOMAS FREAKING HOLLAND!

I screamed before I covered my mouth with my hand. He jumped at my burst but he quickly came to my side, "Y-y-you! Y-you're Tom Holland! What are you doing in my hospital room!? Oh my god you know my name! How!? WAIT ARE YOU MY EMERGENCY CONTACT!?" I gasped. He looked confused but then really sad. And my heart broke because my little quackson was sad.

"You don't remember." He stated and he took in a shaky breath. And I saw his eyes went glossy and my heart hurt even more. He gripped my hand and I froze when a tear slipped out and fell down his face.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" I asked because I didn't want his to cry. TOM HOLLAND WILL NOT BE SAD ON MY WATCH!

"No. No." He smiled and sniffed a little, "...You're still the same caring person you always were..." He sniffed as he said it mainly to himself. I felt something strange in my chest. Like a sense of familiarity. Another tear fell down his cheek and I subconsciously cupped his face and wiped it off. When I realised what I did I quickly went to retract my hand, but before I could, Tom Holland put his hand on mine and nuzzled his face into my hand.