Y/N Y/L/N

Slowly, I open my eyes and look around. It is quite dark in this room. Spasmodically I remember what happened, but I can't remember much. When I want to get up, some cable on my chest prevents me, which I carefully disconnect, but suddenly the monitors next to me start beeping too loudly.

The door is opened abruptly. Tom looks worriedly into the room, but when he sees that I am awake, he starts to smile and comes to me. "How are you feeling?" he asks me, putting his hand to my neck. "I have a slight headache, but otherwise I'm actually quite well," as I look at Tom more closely I see that something is bothering him. "Honey? What's wrong?", I took his hand and pull to me. He sits down next to me and just looks at me. "Ilayda... she's... she's dead," I hold my hand over my mouth in shock. "She was there yesterday? That's why you had so much blood on your hands"

I put my hands to his cheek, but put them away again and stand up. "I told her it was too dangerous, but she wouldn't listen!" with real anger he hits the wall. In the place where his fist was, there is now a hole. A bit shy I stand up and slowly walk to him. "Tom. She knew what she was doing. She knew it was dangerous and yet she did it. Don't blame yourself for it," suddenly his eyes went all black and full of hate.

"You have no idea!" he yells at me. "How am I supposed to have any idea if you never tell me anything!", angrily I walk away from him and sit down on the couch. I notice how slowly everything starts to spin again. "Y/N?", her walks up to me and lifts my head. "Shit baby you're all pale. Lay down," he says to me and slowly helps me lay down. The door opened and Sam came into the room.

"How nice you're awake. Another day with his desperation and we would have gone crazy", amused Sam looks at Tom who gives him a slap on the back of the head. I look at him confused. "What do you mean another day?", I tried to stand up but was pushed back again by Tom. "You slept for twenty-four hours straight," Sam explains, looking at my vitals.

"Your readings are back to normal, but you should still avoid the stress. You might still get dizzy because of it," as a thank you I hug him and sit back down. "I'm going back to work," sadly I look after him and just before he walked out the door I ask him "You're leaving me alone now?"With his back turned to me, he looks ahead and doesn't give me a glance. "I have a lot to do y/n! Accept it already!" with that he walked out the door and it starts to tug at my heart. "Asshole," with that I pull that pesky needle out of my arm and walk into the bedroom. Directly went into the big bed and put the covers to the side. I look at the right side where Tom always lies and sighed. "He still loved her," with that realization I lay down in bed and pull the covers up to under my nose.
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I don't know what time it is, but all my thoughts are driving me crazy. Looking at my phone I see that it is four am and Tom is still not there. Slowly I start to worry. I take my phone and try to call him, but it only goes to voicemail. "Tom? Tom where are you? Please come home and let's talk," I still try messages, but he doesn't read them either. I open the bedroom door and slowly walk down to the couch, maybe I can still catch him when he gets home. I grab a blanket from the couch and look at the door, waiting.

I must have fallen asleep after all, because I was woken up by a banging. When I see Tom standing there and the vase that is broken, I knew it right away. "You got drunk," he comes swaying to me laughing. "God. Aree you preeeeetty," slowly I walk to him and put my arms around his waist. "Ok big boy. We should get you to bed sometime," his arm I put over my shoulder and try to support him somehow. "I'm READY to get laid by yyyou," he tries to kiss me but I put my finger on his lips. "You're going to sleep it off now, pretty boy," he finally gets upstairs, lies down in bed and looks up at me. "I left them all in the lurch", he says before he falls backwards and sleeps.

I sit down next to him and gently walk over his cheek. Since I didn't want him to fall asleep in his jeans and shirt, I unbutton his shirt and take a closer look at his torso for the first time. Those muscles are a dream. I bit my lower lip and go with my index finger over his six-pack. Arriving at his waistband, I had to swallow. We had not yet slept together, whether he is mad about it? He constantly says that it should be special, but when is this moment? Slowly I open the button on his pants and take off his pants. A small look went on his boxer shorts. Badly equipped this man is also not.

His phone started vibrating, but I ignored it. I took his jacket and put it away and put his phone and a tablet with water on his nightstand. His phone came on and I could read the message: I'm here for you anytime. No matter what time

Shocked, I look away and looked at Tom again. I grabbed my blanket and walk into the guest room, locking the door and flopping down on the bed. "He didn't cheat on me," these thoughts make it hard for me to fall asleep.