The Call-Back (Thomas Brodie-Sangster)

Mr Tough Guy

Thomas POV

8:15... 8:16

Emily still hadn't turned up. The hope inside me slowly deteriorated with every tick of the continuous clock. Almost as if it was a bomb counting down, each tick made my heart jump.

8:17. No sign of Emily. Maybe she had given up on me realised that I wasn't as tough or brave as she would have assumed. I was weak, the prey to all tougher and bigger than me. Like a small mouse, clocked by the ravenous cat.

8:20. No Emily. No hope. No strength.

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Emily POV

The doors to the hospital grew bigger and bigger as I stood in fear before them. Each person going in and out, ill, healthy, smiles, cries, frowns. I seemed like the only person intimidated by big gates leading to ill patients, antiseptic and a truck load of bloody wounds.

It was terrifying, knowing that behind those walls was the only man I loved, in pain, in undying agony. His pain-filled face is all I can see in my messed up head, the way his eyes would screw shut, as he clenched his beautiful jaw together, seething in agony.

My hands fly up to my head, as I tug at the roots of my hair in frustration. Deciding to cool off, I walk over to a nearby bench, pulling the warm cotton of my jumper over my trembling fingers.

I needed to see him, and remind him how much I do actually love him, but to him I would probably just be a burden. Shaking my head, I run my fingers through my slightly greasy hair, before pushing past the doors and into the infection ridden room.

Walking up to the reception, the lady flashes me a smile, which soon dissapears as she looks my attire up and down.

"I'm here to see Thomas Sangster" I croak.

"I'm sorry but due to Mr Sangsters... Popularity, we are going to need some proof of relation to Thomas" sighing, I pull out my phone and scroll through my pictures, before holding it in front of her face. It was the picture from the plane.

"Ah, girlfriend. I really hope everything turns out ok" she smiles apologetically. Before handing me a visitors pass. "Mr Sangster is in room 32B 8th floor" She half smiles at me, before tapping away at her computer screen again.

Clutching the pass, I step into the empty lift and stand there, my face and body stiff, the sound of annoying elevator music in the background.

As the elevator doors open on floor 8, I look around cautiously, before stepping into the long hallway. 30a; 30b; 31a; 31b; 32a. My feet stop in their path as I stand in fear in front of the room.

Sucking in a deep breath, I push open the door. Thomas' pale body laid limply on the uncomfortable looking bed, his phone in his hands as he stared at his screen blankly.

As soon as I stepped foot into the room, Thomas' eyes snapped up, as his whole body almost ignited.

"Emily!" He smiled. Running to him, I wrapped my arms softly around his neck, and finally let the salty tears flow. Thomas coos me softly, stroking the top of my hair in a calming motion, as he pressed small kisses to my hair line.

Sitting up, I climb under the duvet with Thomas, and look deep into his eyes.

"Well look at you - Mr Tough Guy" I wink, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Shut up. I was a wimp and even tried acting my way out of it" He chuckled, as some of the tension in the cold air lifted.