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Everything was burning. Your hands, your tongue, your lips, your knees, just everything. You felt like you were trapped in the depths of hell yet the only thing keeping you tied were your feet tucking under the bar of the stool you were sitting on.

A couple of hours had passed, and you still hadn't switched your mindset. How could this have come to... Well, this? There was nothing but pure panic and anxiety flooding your bloodstream as you thought of the consequences. Tom specifically told you to use the pill and here you were forgetting. Things could only go wrong from here.

"Not hungry?" Tom hummed as he moved his now empty plate to the sink, keeping his head on his shoulder to look at you. Your eyes shot up as you sat back, his voice pulling you out of your imagination. You shook your head with a deep sigh, "nah"

You were. You hadn't eaten in a while and your stomach was tight, trying to fill the empty space which craved to be filled. But you feared if that space was filled you'd only be sick.

"Can you at least eat some of it-"

"Tom I'm not hungry" you whined, pushing the plate back into the middle of the table.

"Alright, okay" Tom caved, walking over and taking the plate to the sink. You felt bad. Tom had always made you breakfast, and you'd always left your plate mainly clean, but today there was nothing anyone could do that would take you near food. You'd been offered to head down to the breakfast bar in the hotel this morning, but you declined, which was what had Tom cooking for you. In the depth of his stomach, he was worried.

Despite pretending to leave you be, he'd noticed your off-ness. Your skin was pale, flushed off all its rosiness and you'd be especially quiet. Usually, you'd quip a sarcastic comment about his hair or the way he always pursed his lips when he was thinking, but you'd barely said a word since last night. He was more worried about the fact he could have hurt you during sex.

"Hey," he whispered gently, moving around and taking the seat next to you. You were scared to move, keeping your eyes locked on the table and hands in your lap. Tom took a deep breath, before asking you again. This time he touched your shoulder, bringing your head rather quickly round to face him. "Is everything okay?"

No, of course, it's not okay. I feel like I'm burning from the inside out and I don't know how to tell you! Why does everything have to go so wrong all the time, I feel sick to the back teeth, I want to go home but I have no home... All I have is you now...

"M' fine" you mumbled, holding a small smile hoping to push him over the edge of satisfaction and leave you alone. You loved the fact that Tom cared about you, but if you didn't go to all lengths to make sure he knew you were certainly okay, he would pester you to the earth end about it.

Tom knew at that moment that you, indeed, were not fine. But for the first time in a long time, he wasn't about to pester you on it.

"You'd tell me if there was something wrong, right?" he asked rather sternly. When it came to your wellbeing overall, Tom wasn't going to play games. He needed to know you were okay, and if you were ready to mess him around and get hurt, quite frankly that was your own fault.

"Of course" you smiled. At that moment you felt the bubbling in the bottom of your stomach, nose pinching and eyes watering. Something was wrong. Tom's eyes scanned your face as he watched your mouth drop, your eyes flutter down as your hand gripped your stomach. It was like karma was back to catch you out for lying.

"Y/N, what's wrong-" Tom leaned in to brace your shoulder but you moved away, almost falling off your seat as you made a run for the bathroom. Your feet caught on the backs of your ankles as your mind failed to send signals. The run was long enough and had you panting before you finally made it safely to the toilet basin, throwing your head over the bowl as you let out the last inches of food that had been stored within you. Due to not eating, there wasn't much, but that didn't stop your body from ticking out to try.

Footsteps could be heard between the rough coughs coming from the back of your throat as Tom had followed you into the bathroom. There was a thin line of sweat growing on your forehead that made even Tom's stomach churn as he bent down to pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail. His free hand came to run small circles around your back as your body flinched again, trying to relieve some kind of substance from your stomach but there was non. You feared if you tried any harder you'd cough up an organ.

"Shit, Y/N" Tom cursed as you were left a panting mess, forehead resting on the seat of the basin as you raced to catch your breath. Your arms and legs were shaking from the sudden rush of adrenalin as hot tears spilt involuntarily down your cheeks. Your legs caved beneath you, sending your weight tumbling into Tom's lap, his body immediately cradling you in his arms. His eyes were wide and his heart was racing, seeing you moving uncomfortably as if to break away from what you were feeling.

"Hey, ssh, ssh, it's okay I got you, I got you" Tom whispered, rolling you over and reopening your airways as you lay across his arms on your back. His heart was pounding in his chest seeing you lying there unresponsive. You were stone cold, arms flooded with goosebumps from his touch. "Where does it hurt, baby?" he pushed the small strands of hair sticking to your forehead away, placing the back of his hand on your skin. You were burning up.

"E-Everywhere" you whined, a sob leaving your lips as a harsh pull stretched through your legs and up to your neck. You felt like you were being pulled apart from the waist down... It was killing you.

Tom was quick to pick you up, you head rolling backwards before he caught it, bringing it back to his chest. He couldn't help you alone, and despite not wanting to go anywhere near, the safest place you could be right now was in the hospital.

Tom had to manoeuvre around you to open to door, making you yelp as his hand caught your stomach. You knew what was wrong, and it was bad.

"Can I get some help down here?!" Tom yelled to the security at the end of the hallway as he rushed past the other dorm rooms. Security were quick to assist Tom, being he was of high authority and had both yourself and Tom in an ambulance almost immediately.

All the while you were silent, and it was killing Tom. He was told to stay seated but he couldn't, he had to hold your hand. Even if you wouldn't hold it back. You were out of your senses and seeing the oxygen mask tight over your cheeks only made the situation worse for both of you. It was beginning to hurt your nose and it was already hurting Toms' heart. Occasionally your head would roll to the side, sending a bit of hope through him that you were awake, but then you would lie still, remaining gripless to his hand.

"When was the last time she ate?" Tom was pulled from his trance to see a nurse, a clipboard him his hand as he scanned you with his eyes.

"U-Uh, last night? She hasn't had anything all day" Tom answered with little confidence, but it was enough satisfaction for the nurse. Tom knew there was something wrong, he knew! He just didn't know what and he wished he did. He wanted to be back home with you, seeing you smile as he cracked a joke or snuggling in his arms. He didn't want to go back to where he was, you were bad enough even when it was him hooked up to an IV machine. Now it was your turn, he didn't know how things would turn out. He should have dragged it out of you, but he left it.

Tom couldn't keep up with the nurses as they wheeled you through the crowded hallways and was kindly asked to take a seat. Despite wanting to decline and follow you, he only knew he would slow down the process if he was in the way. So he waited.

And he waited.

And he waited.

To the point where the ticking of the waiting room clock was becoming somewhat relaxing. Yet there was nothing that could stop the racing in his heart. There were so many people around him, and he could read there pain too. Some were at the edges of their seats looking around for a sign, whereas others had given up hope and fallen asleep. But Tom wasn't either of those people. He sat still, eyes glued to the clock as he watched time pass, keeping quiet and waiting.

He'd wait for you.

Various trips to the vending machine couldn't even keep him occupied, and the skin aside his nails was near enough gone from gnawing down from anxiety. There were mininal conversations between him and the people around him. It was just him and his emotions. People would come and go through all hours, some more relieved to see the results, and others not so much. He feared he'd be one of the not so pleased people.

His attention was pulled away when a woman was brought into the hospital, what looked like her partner keeping her upright. She looked like she was staring death in the face, skin pale and eyes droopy while her partner tried to draw attention. It made his heart ache to see the fact that, around eight hours ago, that was him.

"Thought I'd find you here" A stern voice pulled Tom's loose attention to the side, his eyes widening in surprise to see-

"Luis?"

"Don't sound too surprised" he scoffed, yet his sarcasm dropped when he saw the pain in Tom's eyes, only emphasized by the black circles keeping them afloat. "I hear what happened to your girl" he sighed, trying to pitty the situation.

"Don't act like you care" Tom scoffed, turning away from the man who had ruined the majority of his life.

"Eh," Luis placed a hand on his shoulder, and before Tom could push it off he interrupted, "I know I've put you through some shit. I do. After I heard what happened with Harry I knew things had gone too far, and I thought this was his work. But, I guess now I know it's not your right, I shouldn't be acting as if I care. But... I do because despite it all I know what you're going through" he said calmly, his voice deep and much more mature than Tom's.

Luis was right about one thing, however. He was probably the only man he knew who had been through this situation. Except his didn't end as well. After he and Tom had been introduced, his wife, Slyvia, had passed away. It was partially one of the reasons Luis did what he did.

"I'm scared" Tom sighed, running a hand through his hair. Luis followed suit and took a deep breath.

"All I can say is be there for her, man. 'Cause, from experience, you'll regret it if you're not"

Tom turned his head to see Luis cocking a brow as if to be warning him. Tom nodded, biting the inside of his lip.

"What about your flight to New York, anyway?" Luis asked, attempting to change the subject as much as possible. Tom took a deep breath. Part of him was worried about how and why Luis knew, but that was a conversation for another day.

"I don't know. We were supposed to leave last night but... I guess we just got carried away and forgot"

"And by carried away you mean"

"Shut up, man" Tom smiled weakly, making Luis chuckle.

"I don't know, young love eh" he smiled, leaning forward in his seat. "Never get's old"

"Okay but you sure do, god you sound eighty" Tom chuckled, bringing a little light heartedness to the topic.

"Tom Holland?" Toms name was sounded through the waiting room, bringing both his own and Luis attention to a woman standing in the opening of the hallway. They exchanged a glance before Luis gave him the look of 'you got this'. Tom nodded gently, getting up from his seat catching the nurses attention.

"Is she okay?" Tom was quick to ask, the small light bleeding out as the worry filled his chest again. They began walking before the nurse answered, as you were all the way at the back of the hospital.

"We ran some tests upon her arrival, it appears she may have had an allergic reaction to collagen"

"Sorry, what?" Tom asked rather confused.

"Collagen? It's processed animal intestines which goes into making stitches?" The nurse knitted her eyebrows, expecting Tom to know. He nodded, asking her to proceed despite being rather baffled.

"Has Y/N had any stitches recently?"

"No, uh, but I have" Tom swallowed, feeling the guilt tripping over his heart.

"Ah, I see" The nurse nodded "May I ask where?"

"Uh, here" Tom lifted his shirt gently, revealing the stitched lining just above his hip. She nodded, looking back down at her clipboard.

"Can I ask what that has to do with her throwing up?"

"Ah, right," she nodded "it appears that due to the terminal process in the womb, her allergic reaction also affected the fetus which triggered early 'morning sickness'" she smiled, "congratulations by the way"

The two came to a stop outside of your room and Tom didn't even bother to look in.

"I'm sorry, what?" he asked sternly. The nurse's smile faded rather quickly as she came to realise her mistake.

"I'm... Guessing by your reaction you don't know"

"Don't know what?" Tom asked, getting rather annoyed at the tension the nurse was prolonging.

"Your partner... She's pregnant..." The nurse told him calmly, setting herself aside for Tom to calm down. Tom was... Shocked.

"That can't be right, she's been on medication?" Tom asked, trying to wrap his head around the situation.

"Sir, the only trace of medication we found was around 13%. If she's been taking it, from what we could gather the last piece she took was... Maybe two weeks ago" the nurse quietly explained as a person passed through the hallway. Tom's heart was racing as he turned to the look through the window at you.

You were lying completely lifeless, hooked up to machines he'd never seen before. You looked almost dead, and yet Tom couldn't help but think... What if you knew? Did you not tell him on purpose? Was this something you wanted? Did you go against him?

Despite it all, it made sense that you hadn't been taking it. After everything that had happened, you didn't exactly have a chance.

"I'm sorry for the disappointment" she sighed, "you're allowed in, but be gentle, she's heightened at the moment so she's very sensitive"

"Thank you" Tom nodded, swallowing flatly. The nurse left him to be with a gentle smile. Tom stood for a while before coming into your room. It was warm, as your body temperature was probably low. All he could do was stare. Mainly at your stomach.

This... Could not be happening...

Am I even ready to be a father?...

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Sorry for not updating in so long! As some of you may know I've been away!

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And not to mention the response of the sequel! I'll surely be making one for this book! Thank you all and love you so much! 💞💞