TOM'S POV
She passed out, the heart monitor beeping. "HELP!! SOMEONE HELP!!" The doctor ran in past me to Chelsea looking at her monitor, her tubes...I don't know! I was crying so much that I couldn't see. I might have killed her!
Dr. Jordan shouted without looking at me: "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?!!"
The nurses looked up, waiting. I facepalmed. This is my fuckin fault! "I told her what happened." I barely spoke the words.
Dr Jordan spun around, giving me a look of death. "Why the hell would you do that? GET OUT!" He turned back to Chelsea then back to me, "GOOOOOO!!!!"
I looked at Chelsea, not moving, possibly dying, and walked out into the hall, sliding down the wall, crying.
Note: conversations in this format is text
Chris: hey mate, did you find her?
Tom: Yeah, in the hospital
C: Let me tell Kevin, and I'll come down. Be there soon!!!
T: Thanks
Facepalming on my knee, still sitting on the floor, nurses and others walking passed, I tried not to think the worst, waiting for the damn doctor to give me good news. How could this happen to her? Who did this to her? That fuckin bastard will pay for this! I don't care how long it takes, I will find him and kill him!!!
Chelsea was being wheeled out quickly to god knows where and everyone was shouting, and ignoring me. "Damnit, where is she going?"
Dr. Jordan turned. "ICU MR. HIDDLESTON! STAY HERE! YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH!!"
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Chris and I were in the ICU waiting room for 30 minutes and still nothing. I ran my fingers through my hair, the back of my head hit the wall, as I cried.
"Damnit man, they're not telling me anything!"
Chris slapped his hand on my knee a few times. "How did you find her, mate?"
"Pfftt, like everyone else who panics when they can't find someone. She wasn't with Jen, so I didn't even bother calling the hospital. I came down." I furrowed eyebrows, and shrugged one shoulder. "They told me what happened, you know, they had to..." I broke down again, then with extreme anger..."he fuckin raped her!!" I shook my head. "Man, she is all beat up!!"
Chris hugged me and stood up, pissed. "I'm gonna find out what's going on! Stay here!!" I watched him storm out of the room and heard muffled shouting. It seemed like forever, but when I saw him through the window it didn't look good. As soon as he opened the door, I ran to him. He sighed and said, "The nurse said to wait for the doctor and she doesn't know when he's coming out."
My knees gave out and Chris caught me, taking me to a chair. I mumbled, "I'll kill him Chris."
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DR JORDAN'S POV
"So, what's your opinion Jake?" I consulted Dr Jake Shaffer, our top cardiologist.
He looked at her vitals, and chart. Frowning, he said, "She sustained a lot of internal injuries, and with the stroke she had three years ago...we better keep her."
I looked at her shaking my head. "Too young to go through this much. I'll go out to see her family." I pat his shoulder and left the room.
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TOM'S POV
I couldn't sit still. I went into the hall, pacing, rubbing the back of my neck. The nurses were watching me, people everywhere were looking at me..."Damn! Where's..."
The doors opened and the doctor came out. "Finally! Doctor! Please tell me, is she ok?"
With no emotion on his face, he asked, "Mr...Hiddleston, is it?"
My fists were clenched. Of course the bastard knew very well who I was! "Is she ok?!!!"
"I can only give information to a family member, sir. Is there anyone here I can speak to?"
My Chelsea is in there possibly dying and this asshole...A hand touched my shoulder, "Yes, thank God doctor! I'm her brother! How is she?" My best friend to the rescue!
Dr Jordan's initial reaction to Chris was fear, but that quickly changed back to his professional attitude. "Uh yes, Mr...?"
Chris gritted through his teeth, "Hemsworth." Fuckin right Chris, pound him into the ground!
"Mr Hemsworth, could we speak over here please?" Before they left, Chris pat my shoulder and said, "We'll get through this, mate."
I leaned against the wall, watching them talk. Chris nodding, asking a question here and there. God, how did this happen? WHY did this happen? Our life had finally begun and some asshole treats her like a piece of garbage! She has to make it! Chelsea is my everything!
Chris came back with news about her injuries and that she'll be staying a few days. But then he became quiet. "Chris! What!!"
He pulled me back in the waiting room and sat me down. "Tom. Did you know she had a stroke about three years ago?"
That was the time of her husband's death. She is so young for this. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "No. Well, there was really no reason to tell me. So, what does this mean? She has a heart condition? Is this gonna kill her? Did I do this to her?" I got up and punched the wall. "Damnit Chris, I could've killed her!! I have to see her!"
Chris grabbed my arm. I glared at him, "So help me God Hemsworth, I'll tear you to pieces! LET ME GO!!!"
"Damnit Tom, they're not going to let you in. At best, they'll throw you out of the hospital! They could call the cops!"
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"I know you don't want to hear it, but all we can do is wait. But, hold up, ok. Stay here!" I didn't leave the room, but I could see Chris charm the nurses. They were blushing and laughing. I saw him writing something, which I could only assume was his autograph. He stayed a few minutes longer to chat, winked at them and came back. Once inside the room, he said, "OK. My new friends told me that Dr shitface will be going to his office shortly. He's in there for an hour doing paperwork, jackin off, who cares. Anyway, they'll sneak you in when he leaves.
I almost jumped in his arms to kiss him, but hugged him instead. "How did you manage that brother?"
He smiled, proud of himself and said, "I told them I'd take selfies with them if they could do it for me."
And it seemed to take forever when in fact is was only 15 minutes. A short blond nurse named Lisa came in. Very timidly, she called us out. We both hugged and thanked her. Making our way down the hall, they opened the door to the ICU unit and we made it in.
