"Baby, I don't want no one, no one, no one else, so hurry cos' I need some, need some, need some help... and I've been waiting patient, patient, patiently, cause I don't have you here with, here with, here with me," -Ariana Grande-Butera
"Giorgia," he whispered, his heart heavy as he looked to the battered and bruised girl who lay in the hospital bed. Her body was covered in bruises and was bandaged to high heavens, her frail body looking smaller than it ever had. She looked broken.
No, she looked lifeless.
She didn't respond to Thomas, her eyes just flickered at the sound of her name. With everything the last few hours had cost her, she'd even began to forget her own name. Hearing it made her feel more alive and reminded her that she was still firmly on the ground on earth, and not floating in heaven.
Unlike Grace.
She went to open her mouth to speak but seeing what the night had cost her, Tommy shushed her gently while he sat in the chair next to her bed and took her hand in his.
Where it belonged.
Giorgia didn't fight nor want too, she just needed rest. However, being the stubborn girl she was, the silence was something she couldn't stand.
"What happened?" she croaked, her voice hoarse from the trauma her body had received. Despite the endless tubes in and out of her body, her face remained seemingly perfect. Her make up had been removed by one of the nurses, her bare complexion stunning Tommy further. He knew she was beautiful, but even in the worst situations, she still made him weak at the knees.
But he knew he couldn't think like that, he'd just lost his wife. The mother to his son, and explaining that Giorgia was something he was dreading.
Looking at the others in the room, no one knew how to respond. How could they tell her Grace had died, her friend, the woman who died from the bullets that went straight through Giorgia. They couldn't, and although those boys could speak for England, all vocabulary seemed to have got stuck in their throats.
The room remained a deadly and uncomfortable silence.
One that Gia picked up on.
"For the love of God just tell me," she groaned, her voice only loud enough for the boys to hear.
"Grace, she-"
"She what, Thomas?" Gia bluntly spoke.
"She died," he sighed, his gaze meeting the floor, Arthur's hand on his back.
"She what?" Gia croaked, her eyes widening further at the words. "She's dead... how?"
"I don't think it's a-"
"Tell me, now," she cut off Arthur, demanding to know what happened.
"The bullets that went through you killed Grace," Polly spoke, giving the boys the chance to remain silent and ignore her gaze. Her eyes were deadly to look at.
Giorgia didn't respond, she just played with the wedding ring on her finger. She didn't know how to respond, what to say. She'd instantly removed her hand from Tommy's hold, uncomfortable with the fact his wife had died because of Giorgia.
Usually, Gia didn't care for people dying, unless it was family. She'd grown up around the Mafia, death was just something she had grown used too and accustomed too, she had to shrug it off, even if it hurt. With Grace, she couldn't just shrug it off. She was a friend, a good friend, and although they didn't know each other long, she made Gia feel welcome and cared for. Something her family never gave her growing up.
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i found you .. and you found me // Thomas Shelby
Fanfiction"Me and you, we're not all that different," he says while his icy blue orbs reflect in her dark eyes. She looks away, sipping her drink while contemplating what came next. "I think we both died at some point and now, we're living in borrowed time,"...
