Tom Holland Imagines

The Art Of Forgetting (part one) (Mob!Tom)

The safety on Tom's gun was off as he slowly approached the barn door. He had been having quite a relaxing stroll with his prized stallion when he heard a noise coming from the dark red barn on the eastern quadrant of his estate. It was supposed to be empty nothing but previous shipment of goods that he sold and bought daily. He had told Harrison to prohibit entrance for all his men, he knew no one would dare disobey his strict orders. The nearly ancient door creaked open as he cautiously stepped inside.

There was a lot of light inside the barn, multiple holes in every wall that constantly let in the rays of sun. Tom crept around, his gun raised and his eyes searching, already pissed at whatever or whoever was interrupting his day. It wasn't long before his coffee brown eyes rested on a small figure on the ground in front of him.

A girl with h/c and s/c was sprawled out on the dirt floor, her eyes closed. She was wearing a white dress and Tom's eyes were immediately drawn to the dark crimson stain just above her appendix. He immediately put the safety on his gun and crouched down to her. The found was fairly fresh and his jacket was quick to come off as he applied pressure to the injury.

She was light in his arms as he made his way back to the cedar stallion outside. Her blood stained his own white shirt but he didn't care, for the first time in his career, he was worried for someone's health. The ride back was full of conflicted feelings for him, he wanted to ride fast to get her medical help as soon as possible but knew that the galloping might further hurt the girl. Any trotting might cut down on the little time he had before death might find her.

The mansion in view, his heart rate increased as he looked down at the girl in his arms, her eyes were still shut and he heard a soft moan of pain as she slightly stirred.

The way to his personal doctor, Romario Cochran, had been easily memorized by him over the years and the old man held a look of sunrise to see a feared mob boss, the one that thankfully signed his paycheck, holding an unconscious girl in his arms.

"I need you to do help me with something," Tom said, laying the girl on one of the patient beds, still holding his jacket to her wound. Dr Cochran pulled the soaked jacket away from the girl, his eyes roaming over the area where her skin was split.

"It's a deep wound, it'll need stitches, do you know when this happened?" He asked and Tom shook his head.

"She was like this when I found her," He said, taking a seat in the visitor chair next to the bed.

"Then I won't be able to tell if it's infected or not, I can still administer an antibiotic to help but without knowing how far along it may be..."

"Just do what you can," Tom said and Dr Cochran nodded, hurrying away from the bed to get the proper materials. Tom sighed looking over the girl properly. Her breathing was steady, as she stirred again, a loud groan of pain as her eyes shot open.

"Sh sh sh," Tom tried to comfort her as she sat up.

"W-where am I? What happened?" She looked around the room, her eyes finally landing on Tom and his bloody shirt. "W-who are you? Who's blood is that?" She asked as he stood up taking her small hand in his, towering slightly over her seated position as he tried his best to calm her.

"Your's I'm afraid, darling," he whispered, realizing that; that probably didn't help the situation.

"You're ok, you're safe," He said and Dr Cochran rushed over applying slight pressure to her shoulder to push back down on the bed. He pulled a long needle out of his coat pocket and quickly injected a dose of the clear liquid into her neck. The girl slumped back, her eyes closing shut as sleep forcefully took over.

"That doesn't seem very ethical, does it?" Tom asked, not letting go of the girl's cold hand.

"Nothing here is ethical," Dr Cochran said, pausing slightly to see if he misspoke in front of his boss but Tom barely heard a word the older man said. "The sedative will make it easier for me to stitch the wound. And it will be less painful for her unconscious then awake," Tom nodded.

It felt like a long time before the surgery was complete. Well, five hours of Tom's life went by painstakingly slow as he sat next to Dr Cochran the whole time (much to the doctor's dismay). When the wound was finally closed and cleaned Tom was able to breath again.

A quick glance at his €90,000 watch made him remember who he was and where. His family would be expecting him for dinner any moment and he couldn't show up with someone else's blood on his shirt.

"I'll be back in a few hours to check on her. Don't let anyone into the med bay that isn't me. Understand?" The old man nodded, briefly looking up from the girl.

"And if anything happens to her while I'm away, or I hear that you've told someone about ANY of this, I will not only have you terminated from this job, but life as well. Am I understood?" The mob boss's voice got dangerously low. This time the doctor looked up fully at the young man.

"Yes sir," he whispered in fear.

Tom walked over to the door, looking back at the sleeping girl once more before locking the med bay access to any and everyone.