Tom Holland Imagines

The Death Scene

Pairing- Tom Holland x Reader( you're an actor)

Warnings- fake blood, nightmares

Summary- You comfort Tom after he has nightmares after filming a death scene with you

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Tom makes sure the coast is clear, to get to the helicopter.

"We're free!  It's a straight shot, and we're out of here!" Tom exclaims.  You take a huge deep breath of relief and take off running across the lot.

And that's when you hear the motorcycles.  Tom's head whips around and he curses under his breath, as they speed towards you faster and faster.  Your lungs are burning as Tom grabs your hand.

"We're not gonna make it!" you exclaim.  Tom shakes his head.

"Don't say that!! We are going to make it!" he reassures you.  You look behind you to see the bikes getting closer and closer.  They could get you both, and you guys would be dead.  You look down at the pack hanging at your side, knowing what's inside.  Knowing that it could save him.  Cause if he got to live... that was everything.

You can feel the bikes right on your tail now.

"Listen to me!" you exclaim.  Tom looks and makes a face at you.

"Just... keep going always, okay?" you yell over the loud sound of the helicopter propellers.

"Yes, yes, keep running, I know!" Tom yells.  You swallow a gulp.  You look behind you, and your face goes pale as a piece of paper.  You can see them getting their guns ready to shoot.

You let go of Tom's hand.

"What are you doing?!" he cries.  You pull it out of your bag.

"Nothing!" you exclaim.  You look back and scream as the gun cocks.

"Watch out!!" you yell, throwing pulling on the grenade, and throwing it back.  The gunshot went off as you jumped into Tom, the bomb exploding behind you.

You guys tumble to the ground, Tom on top of you.

"Hey, are you okay?!" he cries, looking at you.  You let out of cough, and his eyes go wide.  

The blood is blossoming from your abdomen, your face pale.  Your hair plastered against your forehead with sweat, as you struggle to breathe.  The dirt smudged on your face, the dried blood shining on your forehead.

"No, no, no!" Tom exclaims, pulling your head into his lap.  You give a sad smile.

"Shh, hey calm down," you whisper, as he cups your face with his hand.

"No, no!! Hey, you're gonna be okay, yeah?" he says, smiling down at you.  You chuckle a bit, brushing his brown hair out of his eyes.  You trace across his face, his sweat, and the dirt under your fingers.  Your thumb trails down his lip, going over his cut.

"Hey.  I told you to keep going always, right?" you say.  He nods.  You give a small smile.

"Well keep going for me 'kay? Go, you've got to get out of here," you chuckle.  He shakes his head, tears welling in his eyes.  You let out a cough, struggling to breathe, your breaths becoming shallow and raspier.

"No, you're getting out of here, you're coming with me!" he yells.  You shake your head.

"Darling.  You've got to go before the rest of them come.  Get out of here," you cough.  Tom seems to realize that he could maybe stop you from bleeding out.  He lays your head on the ground, and rips off his shirt sleeve, and holds it to your wound, your blood leaking onto his hands.