Unicorn - Tom Hiddleston fanfic

6 - Healing

A day or so later and you're nearly fully healed. Your arm is still in a cast but your head doens't hurt as much anymore and your burnt skin is fixing itself. Tom's back is nearly healed, enough so that he can wear a shirt again. He doesn't though. When asked by a doctor he said that he was 'too hot' then winked at you. 

"Miss," a voice says, waking you from your light slumber. "A near final check up for you. Close to being discharged, I should think." It's the frisbee doctor, as you know him. He delivered all the letters and parcels that you and Tom got, throwing them frisbee style and never missing. He smiles at you then motions for you to raise your arm. You sit up and hold out the cast. He slices it carefully using a thin blade and frowns.

"It hasn't healed at all," he murmurs. You wince as your arm flops down onto your chest. It aches like crazy and the bone pokes out through the skin. Morphine circulating around your system prevents any pain but your eyes widen and you start to shake with fear. 

"Frisbee," you say in a shrill voice, "is this normal? Am I going to die?"

"Of course not," the doctor says reassuringly. He bites his lip and looks at the broken cast. "You don't think I could get away with taping this back together, do you?"

"Tape it together and I'll shove it up your-"

"Point taken. I suppose I'll have to go and make a new cast. Oh, the joys of being the second in command," he groans. "Doctor Reynolds never has to do anything like this. Oh, he needs a cast shoved up his ass, I tell you."

"Why?"

"Always, always passes me over to do anything good. Promotion, actual work, being out on the job... nothing. Ever. Just because he doesn't like me. Says I'm too young." Frisbee sniffs and you notice that his hands are balled into fists. He really doesn't like Doctor Reynolds.

"Just ignore him or resign," you suggest, "or find something to incriminate him somehow. Or just embarrass him in front of everyone."

"Will that do anything?" Frisbee asks, one eyebrow raised. You laugh and your eyes glitter mischieviously.

"No. But it'll make you feel better," you say. Frisbee shakes his head, smiling. Doctor Reynolds walks in and shoos him away. Frisbee sticks his tongue out at the doctor as he leaves.

"Miss, where is your cast?" Reynolds asks, frowning. He scratches his beard and you glare at him. 

"I don't know. You tell me," you reply, determined to be difficult. Reynolds grabs your arm and you cry out. He presses the bone back, forcing it under the skin. You're crying and screaming, trying to pull yourself free. Tom grunts in his sleep and shakes his head, yawning. He opens one eye and looks up at you struggling with Reynolds. In a second he's sat up, ignoring the pain lacing through him from his burnt and blistered skin. He leans over you and punches Reynolds on the nose sending the doctor reeling. Tom sits up and stares at Reynolds as he gets to his feet. You're shivering and crying, huddling against Tom's warm form. He wraps an arm around you protetively and Reynolds's face twitches as if he's crazy. And he is.

"No doctor should attack a patient like that," Frisbee says, stepping back into the room with Tom's iPad in his hands. He'd filmed the entire thing, quick thinking ensuring that there was proof.

"Drop the iPad," Reynolds snarls, striding towards Frisbee. His hands shake but he stands his ground, glaring at the older, taller, stronger man coldly. Reynolds grabs Frisbee by the throat and raises him off the floor. You and Tom look at one another in horror.

"Let... me... go..." Frisbee gurgles, legs kicking in every direction. He catches Reynolds in the groin and the doctor doubles over, dropping Frisbee to the floor. Frisbee scrambles to his feet and sprints from the room, still holding the iPad. He returns a second later and frisbee-throws the iPad to Tom. He catches it and then Frisbee's gone. 

***

"It's going to take ages for you two to heal," Frisbee says, perched on the end of Tom's bed. He'd done a little bit of investigating and was just telling you the results he'd uncovered. 

"The nurses were doing nothing for you two. The cast never worked and the burn cream didn't heal you. In fact, it made sure you stayed burnt and blistered. Half the hospital staff have been fired so guess who's in charge?" Frisbee smiles and jabs his thumbs at himself.

"Congratulations!" Tom says and you nod happily, unable to speak. Your arm is hurting far too much for you to be able to concentrate on doing anything like talking.

"Thanks. Anyway, the truth is out there now. You two are being moved to another hospital to be put under strict observation. By me." Frisbee grins and stands up, stretching out his arms and yawning. "Oh dear. I work far too hard."

"Night, Frisbee," Tom calls as the young doctor walks out of the room. He raises a hand in farewell and vanishes down the rapidly darkening corridor. Tom turns to you and smiles. You try to smile back but instead you start crying. In an instant Tom has one arm around you, his head resting on top of yours. He turns and kisses your hair gently as you cry.

"Shh, shh," he whispers, pulling you upright gently. "It'll be okay. Your arm will be fine, I promise."

"But now it isn't," you wail, your crying getting louder. Tom tilts your head up, two fingers under your chin. You try to stop crying but fail, tears sliding over your cheeks and making your burns sting. You screw your eyes shut and take a deep breath, lips trembling. Tom moves his hand up, brushing tears away from your face. You can't stop crying, mewling like some sort of kitten. Tom sighs and kisses you and you finally stop crying, beginning to smile. He pulls away and smiles.

"Well, shock and wonder is a change to screaming and crying," he murmurs. You laugh and hit him playfully. He recoils, shock in his eyes and a smile on his lips. You begin a play fight, whacking one another limply. You go on until the early morning, just laughing, joking and singing. Eventually you start to fall asleep, resting your head on Tom's chest and closing your eyes. Tom puts an arm around you and kisses your head again. You fall asleep in his arms, early morning sunlight falling across your face.