Secrets | Thomas Sangster Fanfic

CHAPTER TWENTY

Im honestly the worst at this updating stuff I'm so sorry. i actually have no idea where this is going and what is happening next which makes it really difficult to write. probably should have made a plan... but here you go. long overdue.

keep in mind i am a fifteen year old girl so i am sorry if my medical facts are not up to scratch

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"Far out come here and just kiss me already" I say smiling starting to laugh. I run up to him jumping up to him wrapping my arms around his neck. Just the feeling of his arms wrapped around me made everything okay. Even though it wasn't. It felt like it was for these few moments. "Erica did we really just have that super corny moment" I chuckles resting his nose on mine staring into my eyes. "Well you're kinda continuing it now sangster" I laugh. "shut up you" he says pressing his lips slowly and meaningfully against mine reminding me how much I had missed him around. He pulls back hugging me again I wrap my arms over his shoulders resting my chin on the top of them.

I look ahead to see the road. a group of around five girls I had never seen before were staring at us and whispering to each other. They had their phones outs. It looked as if they were taking photos of us actually. "Thomas?" I say pulling off the hug not in the mood anymore. "Do you know them?" Thomas looks behind him then immediately back at me. "Come on lets go" He says grabbing my hand running to his car. I look behind us. the girls have started following us. Them too starting to run.

"Thomas! what are they doing!" I pant exhausted. My chest starting to hurt. "Come one Erica just a few more blocks I promise" My breaths start shortening. "Thomas" I whisper collapsing onto the ground. Unlike usual I haven't blacked out... yet.

"Shit Erica are you okay!"  he says leanning down beside looking all over to try and find the problem.

"Thomas bring the car here and get me to the hospital"

"What why. I can help, you will be fine!"

"Thomas get the fucking car I'm having a heart attack" I say clutching my chest, Thomas starts to take off. I feel as if my life was draining away from me within seconds. In what feels like hours Thomas has his car in front of me. Lifting me up he lies me down on the back of his seats. Slamming the door and running around to the drivers seat he starts the car.

"Erica you're 17 how can you be having a heart attack?!" he says clearly panicking and trying to convince himself that this was not really happening. I wasn't 100% sure of this myself. My doctor had warned me about all of this happening. He told me the symptoms basically telling me that if I kept running after the car crash I would most defiantly get one. I had been really good. Until about 30 minutes ago when I threatened to throw my body off a cliff. But all the symptoms where adding up, I needed to get there as quickly as possible.

"Thomas I don't think I'm going to make it"

"Erica hold on we are nearly there" 

But I don't make it there. I completely black out. 

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2 days later.

I feel as if this is just a dèjà vu moment from 5 weeks ago after the accident. Wait. I'm alive. IM ALIVE. I made it. My whole body aches. "Erica?" I roll my head to the side to see Tate. "Hey Tate" I say with what seemed like all the effort in the world. Wheres Thomas? I thought he would be here what a piece of shit how could he do this to me!!! 

"Is she awake yet?" Thomas whispers coming into the room. Tate obviously has seen the expression on my face. Anger. That he hasn't been here for me. "Don't worry Erica he hasn't left your side" He says smiling letting Thomas take his seat. "Hey Erica" he says reaching out and holding my hand. "Sorry I wasn't here when you woke up, I was going to get some food so Tate said he would sit with you"

"Its okay" I whisper. Giving him a small smile. Honestly I was just glad he was here for once. I look around and yet again my parents aren't here. Why is it alway Callum?. I'm in hospital too okay. I'm starting to think like a bitchy brat right now.... "what happened?"

"uhm I don't know if I should be the one who tells you" He says looking at the door to see if someone is coming in to save him from answering this question. "I cant believe you didn't tell me about your heart" He says obviously trying to change the subject. I start to cry realising that he now knows. how is he going to treat me now. I don't want any pity, because I know thats what he will do. Or he will tease me. But Thomas isn't like that. "I didn't know how you would react.... I thought you wouldn't like me if you knew there was something wrong with me"

he sighs. "Erica, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. you are funny even when you try not to be. You are the smartest 17 year old I have met, along with being the most genuine, sweet, down to earth girls I have ever met  you are perfect to me and I love you. Flaws are just something else that makes you amazing"

I start to cry even harder now but with tears of happiness. Turns out there are good guys out there in the world. Thomas being one of them. "Excuse me, but could I please talk to Erica alone" My doctor says at the door my parents either side. their eyes both red and puffy. i assume from watching Callum. They haven't stopped crying since the accident. Thomas nods leaving the room.

"Ms Jane, your boy friend said that you diagnosed your self with having a heart attack around 4:15pm yesterday. Your diagnoses were correct. Your heart could not take anymore pressure on it and we finally had a healthy heart come in that would fix all of your problems. So your parents, since it was a matter of life or death and your they still legally make all of your medical decisions approved of your heart transplant" that last sentence set my mom off she started bawling her eyes out even more running out of the room. I look down at my chest to see the scar but my chest is covered in badages.

"Your transplant went perfectly and you can now do all of the activities. In all due time. That you did twelve months ago. But..." he pauses for a second obviously trying to decide how to come up with a way to phrase his next words.

"the heart that was used belonged to your brother"

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fuck I'm horrible. sorry everyone.

THOUGHTS?! HAVE I JUST RUINED EVERYTHING?