Imagines : TOM HIDDLESTON #Wattys2015

Imagine being at the same club as Tom (part 3)

Imagine being at the same club as Tom (part 3)

(Tom's POV)

I carried her into the back of the ambulance, laying her down onto the bed. "Do you know her Mr Hiddleston?", the paramedic asked me as I sat down beside her, refusing to let go of her hand. All the colour had drained from her face, and her breathing had gotten even shallower since she'd blacked out again. "No, I found her", I said to them, ignoring the fact they recognised me, brushing her hair off her face so they could get the breathing mask on her. "Do you want to come with us to the hospital, and see if you can try and find out who she is?", they asked as they secured drips into her frail arms as the machines started beeping out her heart rate. I nodded, and soon we set off towards the hospital. Throughout the journey, she kept coming back around and panicked, not knowing what was happening. I swore she was going to break my hand she was clutching it so tightly. She would keep passing out, and keep muttering my name under her breath which just made me feel even more helpless, as there was nothing I could do. Eventually, we arrived at the hospital where they sedated her to keep her calm as they rushed her through to be operated on. "I'm sorry Mr Hiddleston. You'll have to wait here. We did find this on her, perhaps you can call her family", the doctor said, handing me her bloodied phone. I paced up and down waiting for ages before I decided to sit down and wait. I pulled out her phone and looked at the lockscreen, a picture of her with a friend. Guessing a combination, 0902, I was surprised when the phone unlocked, and I was greeted by a picture of myself looking back. I found her messages and saw one off her mum, asking if she was having a good quite night in at home, and also another one off her friend asking where she'd disappeared to at the club. I texted her friend back, informed her she was in hospital and hesitantly decided not to text her mother. "Mr Hiddleston?", a doctor said urgently, popping out from around the door, who ushered me to follow. I could see her unconscious form on the bed, doctors rushing around her. "What's wrong?", I ask, seeing there concern. "She has a burst vein inside her lung. We need to operate quickly in order to save her, but we are finding it difficult to find a blood match ....", the doctor said carefully, and my heart sank. "You mean there's nothing? Nothing at all?", I asked them desperately. Sadly, he shook his head, "I'm sorry". I shook my head in disbelief, I wasn't going to let this happen. "Take my blood", I said, rolling up the arm of my shirt. "Mr Hiddle-". "Take it", I ordered him. He looked around at the other doctors, before he nodded his head, "Alright. Please lie down on the bed opposite". I lay down on the bed next to Y/N as a nurse came over and placed a very large needle into my arm which I winced at. "It will take too long to put you under, so I'm afraid that you will be conscious for it", the nurse said, holding my arm reassuringly as she secured it in. Then they began the operation, trying there best to make sure my blood was going into her. I had to keep looking away at times, the sight of blood making me feel sick. The operation was long, and with every passing minute I grew weaker, as I have more blood, until I became so weak, I closed my eyes and passed out.

End of part 3