Tom Holland Imagines #1 - COMPLETED.

Injury | T.H

A/n: Hello everyone, hope you are all safe and well. I am so sorry for not updating at all lately. I have a broken laptop that could take months to repair. Also, I tore the ACL in my knee a month ago and it still hasn't healed properly. But, on some good news, I have my timetable now for college so I can now put in an updated plan! Woo!

I am working on a horror story ready for Halloween! I can't wait to write that fully, it's been so long since I have made a horror story! I'll start publishing the chapters, one a day starting October the 1st! (Or maybe 2 a day, it depends.)

I'm sorry, this image is Crappy, I haven't written in ages and im focusing more on my passion projects. Plus i didnt really know where this was going so. Thanks anyway!

Thank you so much.
Much love, always.

Stay safe, stay happy and stay creative 🎨

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Your point of view.

"Y/n? Baby, please wake up." Tom says softly in my ear, putting his big, soft hand on my cheek. "Baby?" He asks, a little louder but still softly. I open my eyes and smile when I see the most gorgeous face of Tom Holland standing above me while I lay in bed. "Hi princess. I'm so sorry to wake you up." He smiles, pecking my lips.

"No It's okay,"  I say before yawning and stretching. "Is everything okay?" I ask. He pecks my lips again before reassuring me.

"Yeah, everything's fine I just need your help that's all." He smiles. I sit up in the bed and put my glasses on.

"What with baby?" I ask, stretching again.

"Mum and dad's new bed and mattress have turned up, she and dad are at work and it's taking up the entire living room. Harry and Sam are out and Paddy's at school and I can't move it upstairs by myself. I hate to wake you but would you mind helping me?" He asks softly. I smile at him and pecks his lips before agreeing to help. I give him another kiss, but lingering longer this time. While I get dressed into a pair of skinny but loose enough jeans and a loose t-shirt, Tom asks me how I slept and If I feel okay, he's so sweet.

When I go into the living room with Tom, I see what he means with space. A king-size bed in two parts, a king-size mattress and a headboard with 6 pillows doesn't leave a lot of room. We start by moving the sofa and one of the armchairs to make room for one half of the bed frame as it came in two parts, and you can't take it down to a flat pack either. It wasn't too heavy, at least until we tried to get it upstairs. Tom pulled it up the stairs and I pushed upwards on the stairs. The first half only took us 20 minutes to do, and it was relatively painless, then we took and mattress and he pulled it up the stairs while I pushed it up the stairs. After we got the second half up the stairs with the mattress we put the bed together with the mattress and got out the pillows and made the bed for his parents. I decide to clean up a bit while I have the motivation and am moving around, so I do the dishes, clean the floors and the worktops before doing some washing.

**Later that evening **

After watching Netflix for what felt like at least half a day, Tom suggests that we "get ready for bed and settle down for the evening." Once I agreed I tried to stand up from my chair. I feel a  numbness pain in my left knee. It's only hurting on the one side, but its hurting pretty bad. I try and go to the toilet, but I can't straighten out my leg from the knee down all the way out. It feels tender and weak and it hurts pretty bad. It hurts more as the seconds go by. I manage to get to the toilet and sit down on the bed. Tom comes in and looks at me with concern. "Babe, are you okay?"

"No, my left knee is hurting really bad, I can't straighten it out all the way and I can barely walk on it."

"Pull your jean leg up, see if it's bruised or anything." After trying to pull up my jean leg, it won't go over my knee so I take them off. When I do, my entire knee is completely swollen and throbbing. "Jesus. That looks awful." Tom comments. "did you hit it off anything when we were doing the bed?"

"No, I didn't... Maybe I've pulled a muscle or something?"

"Maybe, but that looks really bad."

"Shall we wait?"

"I'm not sure, I don't want you in pain."

"But it might be nothing. I might have just hit it and not realised."

"Maybe... Let's give it a few days. If it's not better in a week or gets any worse I'll take you to the hospital."

"Thank you."

That was a rough night. The pain in my knee just kept getting worse, and worse and worse as the night went on. I keep drifting in and out of sleep, and when I'm awake the pain is awfully bad. I manage to get a pillow from under the bed and put it underneath my left knee. This makes the pain a little better but it still hurts bad. It's 6 am and I've been awake since four constantly. I look over at Tommy, he's fast asleep and looking as gorgeous as he always does. He turns onto his side and wraps his arm around me. I give him a kiss on his forehead and let him sleep. Two hours of scrolling through TikTok, Tom wakes up slowly. "Hi, baby." He smiles sleepily in his deep morning voice.

"Hi." I smile back.

"How's your knee?" He asks, sitting up.

"Aching, I've been up most of the night with it."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"I wanted you to sleep," I reply. Tom pulls the covers off my legs and looks at my knee in shock. It is more swollen up than it was last night, and my entire leg down to my ankle has swollen up with it. Even my thigh feels a little swollen.

"Holy shit."

"Oh my god, that looks bad."

"That looks fucking awful."

"Try and walk on it baby, see how it feels to walk on it."

"Okay." I agree, trying to swing my leg out of the bed, and not being able too. I can't bend my knee or straighten it out, I have to keep it in the same position as it's in now. After whining in pain while trying to move my leg, Tom's concern grows. "Baby, I really think that we should take you to the hospital."

"What if they can't do anything?"

"Baby, you could have broken it and you cant walk on it."

"Why don't we go to the doctors first? See what they think."

"Good idea."

** 2 Hours later.**

"Miss/Mr (y/f/n, y/l/n), Doctor Daniel will see you now." Walking to see the doctor was very painful. My knee know pained, ached, throbbed, felt numb and weak. I can't put any weight on it and I can't walk on it. Tom has to hold me up and practically carry me. Sitting down in the doctor's office, he takes one look at my red, bruised, incredibly swollen knee that's now made my foot swell up, and immediately says.

"Wow, you've banged that knee really hard haven't you? Can you tell me whats happened?" After explaining about the bed, and how I haven't banged it on anything, or fallen on it and how it was fine and after an hour it was like this. He looks a little confused at me and then starts to examine my knee with his hands and pressing on exactly where it hurts. He sends me for an X-Ray and meets me back in his office an hour later.

"Well, the good news is that you haven't fractured or broken your leg or knee. The bad news is that you have torn your ACL muscle in the side of your knee, and you have lots and lots of trapped fluid in your knee. You need to take some paracetamol 3 times a day after food, which I will prescribe you and you will need to wear a leg brace. It's fabric and has velcro straps on it, wear it all day from when you wake up to you go to bed, except in the shower and when your sleeping and in 3 weeks ill have you back for a check-up, but if it gets really worse between now and then, come back."

**After two months **

My knee still hasn't healed, and Tom has spent a lot of the past 3 months taking care of me, bless him. I just hope it gets better soon.