Tommy didn't even know what happened. All he remembered was blacking out and Adam mumbling something to him. All he knew at this point is that his head was pounding like a bitch, and his arm was sore and felt stiff. He blinked, opening his eyes and moaning slightly, sitting up and feeling dizzy. Fuuuuccckkk…His head hurt. It felt like it got run over by a car (no pun intended). He blinked, looking around and seeing that he was in a white room. Ugh, it looked like a hospital. But why the hell was he in a hospital? He shrugged a little and looked down at his left arm seeing that it was encased in something white and hard. Okay, so it was a cast, but why? Everything from getting in the car with Adam and after was a complete blur to him, and he wasn't entirely sure why. He looked around some more and saw that Adam was no where in sight, and that was freaking him the hell out. Where was his Babyboy? Considering the fact that he doesn't remember shit, it made matters worse to know that Adam was no where in sight…
He swung his legs over the side of his bed, cringing a bit. It hurt, but it certainly wouldn't kill him. Seeing his husband was the most important thing to him right now. He looked around and saw that there was no one in sight. Good. And thank fucking Satan that he wasn't in one of those stupid ass hospital robes. It wasn't his ideal appareal to have his ass hanging out. His shirt had some blood on the shoulder and he glanced at it, placing his hand on the side of his head and biting his bottom lip. His fingers were touching a sore gash that ran from his temple to his ear. Okay, so he cut it or something. There was a white bandage wrapped around his head and his arm was in a cast, with a sling. That's great. Now he won't be able to play guitar for a good amount of time. Okay, whatever, where's Adam?
He hopped up from the bed and unhooked the tubes that were in his arms and quietly snuck out of his room. He glanced back and forth. He began walking down the hallway, looking at the names on the doors, hoping he would see 'Mitchel, Adam' written on one of them. He groaned and jumped when a hand lay on his shoulder.
"Mr. Mitchel!" He turned around and saw a pretty nurse with a tight bun filled with blond hair. Her brown eyes stared at him hard, but there was a small smile on her red lips. "Your husband was just asking for you. He can't walk-"
Tommy gasped and his eyes widened. "WHAT?" Tommy practically screamed. He can't walk? Why can't Adam walk? WHAT THE FU-
"No, no, Mr. Mitchel! He just needs crutches…Adam wanted to see you, so I was going to see if you were well enough to get out of bed," she smiled wider, "I see you are. Would you like to see your husband-?"
"YES!" Tommy was ready to bounce off the walls. He needed to see Adam, RIGHT NOW. She nodded and led him up and down, left and right, and Tommy was ready to rip his hair out. He wanted to see Adam right noooow…Like touch him, kiss him. He could care less about sex now, or the pounding headache he was having. He just needed to know that his soul mate was alive and well…
"Here we are. I can only allow you about half an hour with each other, but I will try and make it longer. If either of you feel weak, or light-head, call me!" she exclaimed opening the door and Tommy jumped it, seeing Adam and grinning. He walked over and straddled Adam's waist, kissing his neck and lips after the nurse left.
"Oh, Adam, I was so worried. I have no idea what the fuck happened, but all I know is that I woke up and you weren't there, and I…" He maneuvered himself so that he wasn't hurting Adam's wrist or leg as kissed his neck, biting on it and sucking. "Oh, baby, I love you so much…" he mused, nuzzling in comfortably and running his fingers though the black hair of his husband. He needed to touch, kiss and be near Adam right now…