Hospitalized (TordTom Fanfic)

~Slipping Away~

///Tord's POV///

Words and conversations from highschool swarmed my brain.

"Have you seen Tom today? He's looking more pale than usual." 

"Has he even eaten? And if so, when?" 

"Dude, he's like...really pale." 

"Last I heard, his leg was broken so bad he has to stay home."

The sounds of our classmate's chatter swirled around the room.  Almost all the conversations were about Tom. 

Tom hasn't been to school for the last week.

No messages.

No calls.

No nothing.

Edd and Matt are starting to get worried and I hate to admit it, but I am too.

During lunch time, Matt pulls me to the side. He looked at me with a worried expression and I got scared.

"Matt, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" I asked, only for Matt to shake his head and look back at me.

"Its Tom," He said and my heart instantly shank.

"Is he okay?" I asked, worried.

Matt shook his head, "He wouldnt tell me details but," He looked at me, scared. "I could hear it in his voice, Todd." Matt said, shaking slightly, "He was scared, I could tell."

I felt my heart fill with pity. Why did they have to feel this way over Tom? And also, was Tom okay? Was he ever going to come back.

I reach out and place my hand on Matt shoulder and he looked at me, concearned.

"I'll find out what's going on, I promise." I said, Matt nodded but didnt look reassured.

It felt like I was failing at being a good friend.

|After school|

I looked down at my phone and then looked back up at the house.

Edd and Matt had sent me the address to Tom's house but there was something off about the place.

It looked normal enough but hated seemed to flow from the front door.

I looked up to one of the windows, it caught my eye because it was open and the checked curtains were sailing in the wind.

I tucked my phone back into my pocket and started debating if I really should go knock.

I took and deep breath and took a step toward the door.

Then, I saw someones hand on the railing of the window.

I snapped my head up, and saw someone sling their legs over the railing and then poke their head out.

It was Tom, his limp leg dangling all bonded up in its white cast.

I watched him carefully as he looked toward the ground.

He stood up, balancing on his window seal, his pale skin glinting in the sunlight.

I held my breath as the wind blow through his hair.

Then, he stepped off.

I ran forward, determined to reach him before the ground did, fear rushes through my veins.

My heart let me know the consequences if he died.

I held my arms up when I hot closer and before I knew it, he was in my arms.

He looked at you me, stunned, his blue eyes red, like he had been crying.

I felt my heart ache slightly, as I thought of him crying.

I felt like I had barely blinked before we were in my car and Tom was in the passenger seat.

I remember words dropping from my mouth, a I wanted to know, was what I could do for Tom.

I remember Tom looking at me and asking, "Why do you care?" I remember his eyes narrowing and piecing through my skin like diggers.

This one was snapped, like my brain freaked out. But I kept my eyes on the road, not able to say what I wanted to.

Then Tom said something that made my heart feel hollow, "Pull over." He said, as he fingered the door handle.

The next few minutes there was only one thing that happened that stuck with me, and that was me saying, "Dont give up on me so easily."

Those ocean eyes stared back at me, like they were trying to figure out if I was lying or not.

I pulled away, not giving him time to figure it out.

As I drove back down the street, I felt more and more dispirited. I felt like Tom was slipping away and there was nothing I could do about it.

Nothing.

Now, almost a year later, I felt the same way again.

Tom admitted he was in this dream too and I couldnt be happier, but he still felt so far away.

I wanted to pull him closer and help lift the weight from his shoulders, but it felt like he just wanted to push me away.

It felt like he was still slipping away. Like he was slowly fading.

But, there was a piece of me that remained me.

Tom had laughed with me a week ago, truly laughed with me. He was smiling and he seemed...like the weight was suddenly so light.

Tom seemed to be...happy. Even if it was just for a few minutes.

I looked back at my door, the sounds of police still hurling around and question was easily heard.

They had already questioned me and crossed me off the list. If anyone was going to go to prison, it was going to be me or Tommy.

I walked over to my coach and sat down, resting my head in my hand.

I glanced over to where Tom had slept a little awhile ago and smiled slightly. I reached out, like I could touch him, but he wasnt there.

I kept looking at that spot, then wondered what it would be like if it was just me and Tom.

In the entire world.

No one else, just me and him.

I smiled happily and then laughed dryly. I thought about it only being the two of us, and then laughted more when I thought about it.

It was just the most amazing of an idea.

Just me and him...only the two of us.

My lips twisted up into a sinister sneer.

A//N: Hey guys, sorry for the late update. As some of you may know, the network wasnt working at my house and I was not able to update or anything. I also have a lot of personal stuff going on, but I hope you enjoyed this chapter!