(Chapter eleven)
Pacing in the waiting room of the hospital, you wonder what's taking them so long to tell you if Tom's okay. Nurses walk by you and every second they do, you ask them if they know anything about Tom. But they seem busy, and a couple of them get irritated when you ask them.
You start to think the worst of the situation, when a doctor comes strolling toward you. You leap up, your hopes high.
"Your Ms. Hiddleston, correct?" He asks, and you nod feverently, though you aren't really married to him.
"Well, I've got some good news and bad." He says, and your heart drops into your stomach. What if he didn't make it? The thought instantly comes.
"And? What is it?" You demand, tears blurring your eyesight again.
"The good news is that Tom's doing well. He's recovering from the surgery. We had to remove the bullet from his heart area. Whoever shot him was a good aim." He chuckled a little, but you didn't laugh.
"And the bad?" You whisper.
"The bad news is he slipped into a coma after the surgery." He said. "I'm sorry."
You were grateful that he was alive at least, and he was going to live, but he was in a coma. It was all your ex's fault.
"When can I see him?" You ask, gritting your teeth in anger.
"Anytime now. They say the patients can hear you when you talk to them. Why don't you give it a try?" He smiled sincerely at you.
"Thanks, doctor." You smile back.
"Oh, Tom's in room 215." He says, turning back to you before he walks away.
"Got it."
You head up the elevator and get to the second floor. Then you walk down the hall till you see 215 in sight. You pause at the door, and then quietly open the door, looking in.
As you near the bed, you can see Tom laying there, IV cords attached to him, and a bandage around his chest. It had bled through. His eyes were shut, and he looked like he was still in pain. The sight of him made tears well again.
"I'm so sorry Tom. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." You tell him, walking over to the side of the bed. Grabbing his hand with one hand, you use your other hand to pull a chair up beside his bed.
"If you can hear me, I love you. So much, and I wouldn't know what to do with myself if you died. Please pull through this, for me..." You say, tears flowing freely now.
After a while, you wonder if it worked, because you felt his hand twitch. It was a heart stopping moment, but when the doctor came in, he tells you that it's natural for his body to do that in a coma.
In the next few days, you stay right beside Tom, sleeping little and not eating as much as you would have when Tom was around. The nurses looked concerned about you but you wouldn't eat. Only when they forced you, did you eat.
Around the middle of the week the next week, you were going to head home to take a shower when you swore you saw him move. He moved his arm, and placed it on his chest.
"Tom? Can you hear me?" You plead silently that he can hear you this time and you weren't talking to a brick wall.
Tom's eyes flutter before opening fully, taking in the room and his surroundings before settling on you.
"W-where am I?" He asks in a raspy voice.