Murder on my mind | Tom Holland

Chapter seven

Tom's POV

Y/n is still unconscious, I'm holding her hand and rubbing my thumb over it. Her heart is still beating but her skin is getting paler every second.

"Harry come on! Speed the fuck up!"

Harry looks in the mirror and starts driving like a maniac. We drive trough many red lights and we're speeding up even more. We arrive at the hospital and the  stretcher is laying down on the floor. I take her out of the car and her whole body is weak. The nurses take her out of my hands and lay her on the stretcher. It's hard to see her like that. They quickly take her into the hospital and I try to run after hour but they stop me

"Sir, you have to wait..."

"What?!"

"You can go with her if you are family but you aren't so you can't come"

"How will I know she's alright?!"
I say mad. I try to hold my temper but I just wanna see my girl- I mean Y/n

"Let me see fucking see her!"
I scream again

"Sir calm down please!"
She says

"Tom, here, come..."
Harry grabs my arm and pulls me back.

He takes me a little further from the door.

"Tom, please calm down she will be fine she is strong okay?"
He gives me a hug

"She is one of us"

"She needs that tattoo, then she will be one of us."
I say

"Tom! Stop being like this she makes you soft man! Toughen the fuck up"

I sigh rough. It's hard man.

"Let's go inside and wait"
I say, I immediately walk in and ask a nurse where we can wait. We sit down and wait.

-

Hours go by and still no sign of no nurse. I can't wait no longer. It's nerve-racking. A nurse walks by and my the light shines in my eyes. Will she have the news?! She walks past me. God dammit.

"Ma'am... do you have any news about
Y/n?"
I ask

"No I'm sorry"
She walks away...

"Harry I can't take it no more. I'm going for a smoke"
I say. I grab my lighter and a cigar and walk outside. I sit down on a small bench and light up my cigar. I have so much on my mind.

"Is she okay? Will she be able to walk? Maybe Alex is alive? No that's impossible. How much will this affect me?!"
While I was asking all these questions my whole cigar was already done. (Idk how to say that sorry) I walk back in and a nurse is talking to Harry.

"Yes you can see her..."
the nurse says

"So she's alive?!"
I scream
I run over to Harry and the nurse

"Yes she's alive and okay she had surgery. Her blood pressure is really low"
She sighs

"Come with me"
She says and we walk to a room in the back of a building. She opens the door and only I enter. I think Harry knows I want some privacy with her.

She laying there. She looks likes she's in peace... almost dead. Her beautiful face is so pale. It hurts to see her like that. I grab her hand and hold it tight, I kiss her hand slowly hoping she can feel me and indeed she does, I think. A small smile comes on her face but no movement in her body. I sit there for hours holding her hand. Waiting until she wakes up. But no she doesn't. After more and more hours the nurse walks in and tells me I have to go.

"No. I'm not leaving her, not anymore"
I say demanding

"Sir I'm sorry you can come back tomorrow"
The nurse says a bit scared

"Do you know who the fuck I am?!"
I say furious

"No..."
She says looking down

"I'm Tom Holland yeah?! Did you hear that?!"

She nods

"So let me ask this. Can I maybe stay?"

"Yes Sir of course"
She quickly walks off

-

It's the middle of the night. I'm laying in a uncomfortable chair looking if everything's okay. I'm not feeling well. Y/n still hasn't woken up and I'm about to lose it.

-

"Thomas"
A very weak voice says

"Thomas wake up"
I feel a soft squeeze in my hand.

"Mhm..."
I moan

"Thomas..."

"Y/n?!"
My body has full energy.

"Omg Y/n!"
I hug her

"You're awake, I'm going to get a doctor!"
I say and I run out of the room. The first nurse I find I tell that she has woken up. We walk over and a whole other team of nurses walk into the room.

My hearts starts to rase. She has woken up finally. The nurses check her and it seems like she's okay.

"Tom can I speak to you?"
A nurse says

"Uh yeah sure..."
We walk out of the room and the nurse tells me how Y/n is doing. They are still really concerned because her blood pressure is still low. She has to stay for probably a week. She has to be relaxed fully if she wants to recover she said

"What kind of bullshit is that?!"
I think

"I have to ask you to leave."
The nurse says pointing at the elevator

"Yeah- no- yeah sure"
My head is hurting

"Can I say goodbye? Please?"
I beg her almost

"Yes."

I walk over to Y/n her room and she is asleep again. It's hard to progress this all. Really hard. I have to get my mind of off her. I kiss her forehead and walk away.