Mrs. Hiddleston

Chapter 5

Mrs. Hiddleston
Chapter 5

"I'm sorry, darling. You can't."

Tears were streaming down your face. You were sad, angry, devastated, confused, afraid.

"What do you mean? Why?" you asked quietly, your voice stuck in your throat.
"Y/N, love. I'm afraid your parents are no longer with us," Tom said. Your heart stopped.
"What do you mean?" Your voice was nearly a whisper.
"Your parents died in a car accident four months ago." You couldn't believe it.

"Died?" you asked, your voice sad, but calm.
"Yes, darling. I'm so sorry!"
"Okay." That was all you could say. Your eyes were wet and you were shocked, but you didn't cry.
"Okay?" Tom asked, rising his eyebrow at you,
"Darling, are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." You gave a weak smile. But you certanly weren't fine.

The day went on and you continued looking through the albums and your personal stuff, while Tom was constantly keeping his eye on you. It may be normal to act this way, but he was still worried.
When the night time came, you slipped into your nightgown and went to bed. You rolled to your side so that your back was facing the door. The moon and the city lights casted dim light in the room. You heard the clock ticking. Minutes passed and when you glanced at the clock, you saw that you have been awake for an hour. You rolled to your back and looked at the ceiling. You tried to fall asleep.
A while later the door creaked open quietly. You were lying on your side, your back facing door again, but you were still awake. When you heard Tom stepping in, you turned around to face him.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" he asked.
"No, no. I couldn't sleep."
"I just came to check on you. How are you feeling?" You furrowed your brows for a second, then turned your back to him.
"I'm fine," you mumbled. Tom sighed and walked over to the bed, then sat next to you.
"Darling, I know, something bothers you," he softly said, while rubbing your arm through the duvet,
"Please tell me." You stayed silent for a minute, thinking, what to say. You turned on your back and looked at Tom. Your eyes were teary.

"How did this happen?" you asked. Tom looked away, not wanting to discuss this with you. You weren't ready to know this much.
"Please tell me," you pleaded. Tom looked back at you.
"Your parents came to visit us, when it was our first wedding anniversary. On their way back to Florida, they got into a car accident. Your father died instantly on spot and your mother died in the hospital two days later."
"Did she suffer?" you asked.
"No. She was in a coma," Tom replied. You didn't say a word anymore. You just let the information, you just heard, sink in and your eyes filled with more tears.

"Can I get you a glass of water, darling?" Tom asked. You nodded and Tom left.
As soon as he closed the door, you stopped holding back the sobs you were holding in. They got louder and louder and soon you couldn't stop them anymore. Not even, when Tom returned with your glass of water.

You don't remember much from that night. The next thing you remember is soft talking and you opened your eyes slowly. You saw Tom dressing you, while you were laying in bed. Your body felt hot and your limbs were weak. You didn't even have enough strength to say something.
You already had a shirt and jeans on and Tom was putting boots on your feet. You closed your eyes again and when you opened them, Tom was carrying you somewhere. He put you in the car and put on your seatbelt.

"Where are we going?" you asked sleepily, when Tom sat in the car.
"I'm going to take you to a hospital."