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Code Blue	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2057 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Neither I, nor any of the writers know Tom Hiddleston, his PR people, nor have we ever met him. We do not make any profit from this story other then the enjoyment of writting it. All characters and events are entirely fictional.

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                That night after you had finished your rounds, you stood in the locker room taking a shower. One of the patients had been feeling very nauseous and you were the unfortunate recipient of projectile vomit. It was unfortunate and a job hazard that bodily fluids were a common occurrence that you were well used to by now. The patients rarely did it on purpose, and they couldn’t control their bodily reactions.
                Washing your hair out a second time you wash your body yet again before turning off the water. Reaching out you take your towel and dry your hair before wrapping it around your body stepping out of the shower stall. Going to your locker you get into your street clothes as your scrubs were completely written off and were labeled a biohazard that couldn’t leave the hospital until they had been properly cleaned.
                Looking in your mirror you fixed your hair with a soft sigh. The sound of someone clearing their throat caught your attention and you see Tom standing at the end of the row of Lockers in his street clothes. He smiles when you looked at him, “I put my idea to the hospital board. They seem really keen to allow us to do it. Jamie even got back to me and says she’s all in.”
                You give a nod, “That was fast.” You say putting your brush back in your locker and closing it turning the lock a few times. “I think it will definitely boost morale in the pediatric ward. Especially Jacob.” You walk over to him having had time to think about the entire affair. “I can’t believe you’re doing this voluntarily for no pay whatsoever. I imagine it’s a terrible inconvenience.”
                “But the kids will love it. We will put on a good show and make certain that we give it our best.” He says with a smile. He seemed genuinely excited about the entire event. Very eager and incredibly enthusiastic about it.
                “Not many people would go so out of their way, to so much effort when there is little to nothing in it for them.” You couldn’t help but admire him for this, “Thank you.”
                His smile grows a little brighter as he bows his head a bit. “Listen . . . it’s getting late. I imagine after such a long and trying shift you’re famished. I was wondering, would you grant me the honor and privilege of accompanying me to dinner?”
                You were hungry, but this would be the second night in a row you went out with him. Tongues were already wagging like crazy. “I don’t know, I . . . .” But you were hungry, you hadn’t had a chance to have lunch, you had a new patient to process and admit.
                “Please. I enjoyed our time together last night. The conversation was wonderful, and I enjoyed your company very much.” He explained. You squint your eyes slightly but the way he looked at you and the pout he had developed wasn’t ignorable. You give in with a reluctant nod causing him to grin, “How do you feel about sushi.”
                “I don’t think I’ve ever really tried it, so I’m a bit on the fence.” You admit.
                “Well if you are feeling adventurous and trust me, there is this wonderful all you can eat sushi bar. They make over 65 kinds of sushi there, we can try them out and see what you like.” He says eagerly.
                Raw fish. That would be an ending to your puke-o-licious day wouldn’t. You hesitate another moment before giving a nod again. “Just as long as nothing is looking at me off my plate. I have a thing about my food staring at me as I eat it.”
                “Not to worry, Sushi doesn’t usually have those shorts of anatomical parts. It will be good I promise.” He offers you his arm, “Shall we go?” He questions. You pick up your bag with a nod and he takes your hand kissing it wrapping it around his arm as he escorts you from the building.
                Petichor and ozone fill the night air. You take in a lung full. You loved the pop up thunderstorms that came with summer. A breeze brought the smell stronger.
                You open you eyes to see Tom looking at you with a soft smile. "What?"
                "Nothing. My car is this way."
                "I can drive, Tom."
                "I understand that but we're taking my car so it's this way."
                A green Jaguar sits in a Reserved parking space. He opens the door for you. You slid in and buckle your seat belt, placing your bag between your feet. He gets in. You can't help but enjoy the deep throaty sound of the engine coming to life. "That is a sexy fucking sound. Not as sexy as a muscle car taking off down the drags but sexy none the less."
                "You race?"
                "No. My college boyfriend did." Something's been nagging at you since the flowers. You're attracted to him and you can tell he's attracted to you by the way he smiles and looks at you. You wait until he's driving, chewing one the words. "I think you should know the entire ward thinks we're fucking."
                "Wow." He's shocked by your bluntness but doesn't seem surprised. "How do we take care of this?"
                You turn in your seat. "That's my question to you."
                He looks from road to you. "What do you mean?"
                "What are we doing? Aside from going for sushi."
                "I'm not sure I-"
                "You've got 2 weeks left at the hospital and 3 days left on the peds ward. Then you're gone. So what are we doing?"
                He had to admit he was lonely. He liked you and found you sexy. "Can't we just be two adults enjoying each other's company?"
                "We can." He pulls the Jag into a parking spot at the restaurant. He turns in his seat and takes your hand.
                "I enjoy your company. I find you beautiful and sexy. I want to know what makes you tick. Hence spending time outside the hospital with you. You're not a blabbering psychophant desperately trying to bed me."
                You smile. "And by some guy logic, that makes me a challenge."
                He laughs. "You really are something else."
                You give Tom a snarky smile as you respond, "You don't know the half of it, Mr Hiddleston." He threw his head back and laughed at your little comment. And all you could do was watch him laugh. His eyes scrunched shut, his long hair fluffing around, his mouth open with absolute laughter. After a moment he looked back over at you, still chuckling, and now it was his turn to ask, "What?" You blinked twice and opened your mouth to say something...but you couldn't quite bring yourself to say 'It wouldn't be such a terrible thing if the rumors were true, would it?' to this man. So you just shook your head and responded, "Nothing."
                Tom took your hand again and kissed your knuckles. "Let's get inside to a table. If we wait too long I just might eat you instead," he said with a wink. You gave him a look as the two of you unbuckled and got out of the car. Tom met you around the front of his Jag and you took his arm and walked through the door of the restaurant. The hostess seated the two of you right away, handing you a menu of things you weren't even sure how to pronounce, let alone what they were.
                "Tom, I am really going to need your help with this one. What is all this?" you plead for help. "Don't worry, darling, we'll get through this yet," he winked at you. You smiled back, then looked down at the menu, searching for something familiar. "Hmm, here's something...shrimp and avocado with tempura bits. Sounds delicious," you state. "That's one of my favorites, I love the sushis with shrimp the best," Tom replies with a smile. "Well, maybe if I'm feeling generous, I'll share a piece with you," you filirt with him. "Ooo, I should *be* so lucky," he flirts back. You laugh at your exchange as the server comes and takes your orders. As she walks away, you look back to Tom.
                "So, what do you think of your time so far? Have you enjoyed it? Has it been absolutely miserable? Tell me," you beg him. You watch him get excited as he starts to tell you. "It's been amazing, I've learned so much. You've taught me so much, I don't think you realize." You blush at his words. It was very strange having someone be so complimentary to you. No one else you'd been with in a while had been like this, but then again, you hadn't been with anyone in quite a while. Your work had taken up a lot of your emotional energy.
                "What about the people? Has everyone been helpful as you claim I am?" you say with just a hint of self-deprication. "For the most part, yes. Except for this really strange thing this morning...as I was getting changed, these three men came into the locker room and said I had 'broke Nurse Hardass'. I was really a little put off, I hope I don't get stuck with him any time."
                You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Was one of the men blonde?" you ask. "Yes, he was." Tom replied. "And the other two, was one in glasses and the other wearing scrubs that were clearly too tight for him, but he wore them anyway?" "Yes! Do you know who they are?" You exhale and shake your head. "Yes. Do you remember us talking about cynics and the jaded?" Tom nodded. "Well, you had the pleasure of interacting with the King of the Cynics, Chad."
                “Nurse Hardass isn’t a particularly new one to me. Or the worst.” You say honestly. “Couple other colorful nicknames I have because I won’t let things slide when it comes to patient care. I won’t let anyone else do it either. Sort of makes me a ‘snitch’ sometimes, or just a flat out bitch because I’ll lay into someone full out.”
                “Oh. Did something of that nature happen with Chad?” He questioned.
                “Gradeschool garbage.” You say simply. Just then the server comes over taking your order and you let Tom have at it. It was like your first time in Starbucks and you were watching a veteran coffee drinker place their order. Sounded like a foreign language, looked impossible, but both Tom and the server seemed to understand everything being said. When he finished the waiter looked at you and you half smiled just ordering another coke.
                When he walked away Tom turns his attention towards you again. “So, Chris and Jaimie are rather excited about this project for the pediatric wing.” He says still quite excited.
                “You said that it would be for the kids and their families, yes?” You question and he gives a nod. “Then how is it supposed to remain a secret? Chances are good it’s going to get out somehow, and we’ve already had fans invading the hospital grounds trying to get to you. They find out that ‘Loki and Thor’ are showing up, it’s going to be a Tsunami of fans.”
                “Perhaps the word can be spread that something special is happening to the kids and their families but nothing specific as to what.” He suggested. You give a nod thinking that could work. He pauses a moment, “Do you really approve of this idea?” He questions.
                “I don’t know yet.” You look down at the table for a moment, “The kids will love it, of course.”
                “Will you?”
                “Will I?” You ask thinking that an interesting turn. “I’m just a nurse.”
                “A nurse who takes her job seriously.” He added. “And who has been . . . . brutally honest shall we say, with me so far.”
                You take a sip of your drink before relenting and giving a nod, “I think it’s really cool of you, Tom.” You say softly. He smiles a little and nods too. It falls silent a moment before you pick up your glass again grinning evilly, “So . . . your Dark World costume then?”
                “Yes.” He says taking a sip from his own glass.
                “Shackles and all?” Tom arches his brow looking at the suggestive way you’re looking at him before smiling a bit himself.
                “Not sure what a morale booster that would be for the kids, having a prisoner brought in under constant threat of death if he doesn’t behave.” He replies.
                “Well, death would be a little extreme.” You take another sip of your drink, “I’m sure there’s plenty of things that those chains could be useful for that wouldn’t be to entirely unpleasant for the wearer.”
                Tom's hand stopped, glass in hand, halfway back down to the table. He wasn't quite sure what to say to that, that was clear. Neither were you to be honest. But since it had already left your mouth, you committed to it. The corner of his mouth lifted in a suggestive smirk, and he plied further, "You think so? What kinds of things could you possibly think wouldn't be unpleasant?" "I'm sure I don't know, my dear. You've worn them, I'm sure you're very aware of what they can do. Why don't you tell me?"
                He cleared his throat, clearly trying to maintain his composure. A small, sly smile ran across your lips watching him react. Tom swallowed hard. "Well, they do work quite well..." he said, his voice a touch deeper than it had been moments before. It sent a shiver through you. "I would love to see them, up close. I do so love watching that scene with you wearing them..." you trailed off.
                A very electric silence passed between the two of you as you watched his reaction. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated. His jaw slack. Where on earth were you getting your nerve to say all this? "I mean, when *Loki* wears them, of course." Tom swallowed again, and seemed to regain himself. "Yes, Loki, of course. When he wears the- the cuffs. Yes." You brought your hand up and lightly traced around your bottom lip, never taking your eyes off Tom. As he locked eyes on you, he seemed to flush just a tiny bit, and you thought his breath shook for a moment. "Are you all right, Tom?" you ask innocently. You knew damn well the effect you had on him with that little comment about the cuffs. You also knew damn well you would probably never get a chance like this again, so why not take it?
                Tom took a deep, slow breath before answering. "Yes...yes, I think so." "Good. I was worried for a minute there...we can't have you falling out right here in the booth, can we?" you laughed lightly. He laughed back with you, but even then, he couldn't shake the dark look in his eyes.
                The sushi was pleasant. You shared a piece of yours with him. "You want a piece?"
                "If you're willing to share."
                "Open your mouth." You hold out the roll between the chop sticks. He wipes his mouth, trying not to smile. He opens it, looking at you steadily as you place the piece in his mouth. He looks like a chipmunk with stuffed cheeks when he closes it and you laugh. He tries not to laugh as he chews.
                "Alright, you. My turn." He picks up a roll with his sticks. "Open your mouth." You grin, pressing your tongue against the back of your teeth. "Cheeky." You bust out laughing.
                "Ok ok ok." Reigning in your laughter, you open your mouth. He plucks the roll from the sticks with his fingers and places it on your tongue. You close your mouth before he pulls his fingers away.
                Keeping eye contact with you, he slowly pulls his fingers back. They flick to your lips as he runs his thumb along your bottom one.
                You chew slowly, your cheeks flaming.
                The rest of dinner filled with laughter and sibling talk. He paid the check before you could get out your half. The small talk continued on the drive back to the hospital. He glances at you, reaching over to take your hand. You wrap your fingers around the side of his hand. They rest on your thigh.
                 The green Jag pulls into the parking space next to your black Jeep. You start to get out. "No, no. Let me. This is our first date after all." You rest your hands in your lap as you wait for him to walk around the back of the car to open the door. You bump the car door closed with your butt then lean against it.
                "Tonight was nice."
                "It was. Listen, I-" Tom steps up to you and kisses you. You bring your hands up to push him away but his lips taste so sweet. And his tongue does this thing that draws a moan from you. Your arms curl around his shoulders. His fingertips ghost up your arm to hold your jaw.
                His body presses yours to the car. Those fingertips play with your earlobe. You press your body into his and he presses back even more. You can feel how well he enjoys the kiss. You reach up into his hair.
                Someone clears their throat. The two of you jerk apart. You reach up to wipe your lips, hands shaking slightly. That kiss was intense and probably would have led to more. Maggie grins over the roof of the Jaguar. "Well well. Fancy meeting you two here."
                Dear God the rumors were going to fly now. You step back and reach out taking Tom’s hand in yours shaking it in a very sterile manner. “I think you’re ready for that CPR class Mr. Hiddleston. Your mouth to mouth is flawless.” You take your hand away, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
                “Puft.” Maggie says. “Yeah I don’t remember mouth to mouth ever having tongue. Maybe I missed that day in class.” She says slyly before giving you both a wave, “Night kids!” With that she turns her bag over her shoulder and heads out of the parking lot leaving you two alone again.
                “Oh for Christ’s . . .” You mumble rubbing your face with your hand. Not just that you had been caught playing tonsil hockey with Tom, but your sad attempt at an excuse for it.
                “Is this a problem?” Tom asks looking back in the direction Maggie had left in.
                “Maggie is a friend, but we’ll see tomorrow, won’t we.” You say with a sigh knowing that this was going to get interesting. You check your watch seeing it was late, again. “We got work tomorrow. Some sleep would be a good idea.”
                “Alright.” He says with a smile escorting you over to your car. When you unlock it he opens the door for you and you get in pulling on your seatbelt. You look at him arching a brow that the door was still open. He leans in close to you, “Sorry about that.” He apologizes. “I didn’t know we were under observation.”
                “A hospital is like a small town, Tom. Everyone knows everyone elses business and gossip is a daily practiced sport.” You say seriously.
                He gives a nod having a feeling that was the case already. Leaning close he places a lingering gentle kiss on your cheek. You close your eyes feeling the slight stubble on his face as he hadn’t saved since before he’d come into work that day. It felt absolutely heavenly. “Until tomorrow lovely lady.” He whispers in your ear. Then he steps back and closes your door for you. You turn on your car and he waves as you pull out of the driveway heading home.
                The next morning you’re already in a rather dark mood by the time Tom gets to the nurses station waiting for you. “Good morning.” He says seeing the sour look on your face. “Is everything alright?”
                You turn slapping the clipboard against his chest handing it to him. Instantly he took it not certain what was wrong. “Rounds.” You say simply picking up your own equipment starting down the hallway. Tom quickly catches up with you having caught the smirks on the other nurses as the two of you walked by.
                “Is everything alright?” He asks quickly.
                “Dandy.” You snap.
                Obviously that couldn’t be further from the truth. Now that you were down the hallway and nearly to the first door, Tom stops you, “Can I ask you something?” You just stare at him a bit impatiently. Reaching in his pocket he takes out a few tiny packets of condoms and holds them out to you, “These were in my locker.”
                You look in his hand and you roll your eyes covering your face with your hand, “Oh fuck.” Of course you weren’t going to be the only one under fire today. For now, Tom was a co-worker after all. Reaching in your own pocket you pull out another handful of packets that you’d been collecting slipping into your pocket as they fell out of patient charts, logs, and yes they were even in your locker too. Tom’s brows arch. “Get used to it, Tom. They’re going to be fucking everywhere today.” He looks at you a little confused. “Gradeschool bullshit, people get bored in a small town, remember?”
                “Ah.” He says looking at you before looking down at the packets. “I didn’t know that flavored condoms were hospital issue.”
                “They aren’t. The hospital doesn’t have any of these.” You hold one up, “Ribbed? Really?” You roll your eyes, “We are privileged enough that these were all bought specifically for this prank, and brought from home.” You say shoving them back in your pocket. “Just . . . fucking collect them as they fall at you, stick them in your pocket like it’s no big thing, and you can throw them out at lunch break and then again after we clock out tonight.” He gives a nod putting the ones he’d found back in his own pocket.
                You wanted nothing more in this moment than to crawl back into bed, throw the covers over your head, and lay there until the apocalypse. Maggie certainly wasn't good at keeping her mouth shut, and you knew something like this was bound to happen. But the events at dinner last night, coupled with how you were greeted this morning with a veritable shower of giggles, snorts, and condoms like you were in high school again...you just couldn't deal with it. You turned to enter Amanda's room and Tom followed.
                She lay in the middle of the bed, and it was all too clear she hadn't eaten a bite. You knew what this meant., and it wasn't going to be pretty. "Good morning, Amanda. How are you feeling?" She looked up at you with sunken eyes, but didn't say a word. "Amanda, have you eaten anything? Anything at all?" "I'm not hungry," she stated simply.
                You sigh to yourself. "You know what this means, Amanda. We have to put your feeding tube back in if you won't eat." The glare you got in return could have melted the sun, it was so angry. "Don't give me that look, I told you this would happen if you didn't eat," you defended yourself.
                Tom watched the exchange in the far side of the room, feeling correctly it was a good idea to keep his distance. Amanda looked over you to him and recognized him from the day before. "You're back." "I am." "Are you going to try to convince me to eat something? Because it won't work."
                Tom was measuring his response carefully, not wanting to step on any toes or insert his opinion where it wasn't wanted. "No...but I do wish you would. I can't imagine someone like you wouldn't want to make themselves better by just having a meal," he expressed. You looked over at him, hoping he got your thankful vibes. Amanda only raised her voice at him. "What do you know? You don't know me! Nobody cares about me, they just left me here in the bed to rot, so I might as well do just that!" She exclaimed.
                You did everything within you to maintain your composure. "Amanda, please. I *have* to do what your parents want, you're underage. I promise you I don't want to call the doctor and tell him to put the tube back in, but if you don't start at least trying to eat, I will have no choice. Please, don't make me do that." Tears threatened the back of your eyes. The telltale burning had already started. You related to Amanda more than she realized- while you had never gone to quite the extremes of her own, laying in that hospital bed as a sick child made you feel abandoned more than once.
                But she wouldn't relent. "No. You can't make me do anything, I don't care what you say. Now get out of my room." "Amanda please...," you begged one last time. "Get OUT!! Both of you!!" She yelled as loud as she could from her wasted form.
                Your chin began to shake, a sure sign you couldn't stem the flow of tears that threatened for much longer. With a shaky voice, you informed her, "I'll make a call to your parents and the doctor, and we'll be back in a little while." Tom heard you falter and stepped up to you, barely touching the back of your arm. Just to let you know he was there. "I don't care, I hate you. I hate you even more than before, you're a terrible person and the worst nurse in the world!" You swallowed hard and cleared your throat as you finished charting what little you had even done, closed your work station, and reached for the door handle. "We'll be back later, Amanda," you said flatly as you exited the room.
                Tom followed and closed the door behind him, and turned around to see you tucking yourself into a corner between the door and the wall in the hallway. Your hand covered your mouth and your eyes were screwed shut so tightly you were seeing stars. "Hey, hey..." he whispered as he came over to you. You opened your eyes just enough to see him there with more compassion in his face than you had seen in a long time. And this time there was nothing you could do to keep the tears from falling.
                Tom tries to put his arm around you but you shove him off. "Are you-"
                "Go take a break, Tom."
                "But I just got he-"
                "Just go take a fucking break." You storm off to the stairwell. The door slams behind you. You crouch down and let yourself ugly cry until it runs it's course. Normally, you could take Amanda's berating but not this morning. You suspected it was almost time for your period. Things always spiraled out of control on the ward during that hellish week.
                You sniffed the rest of the tears back and composed yourself. You owed Tom and apology. And maybe after a Coke and a Hershey Bar, even the condoms would seem funny.
                The immature whispers intensify as you come down the hall to the break room. You ignore them. Tom is sitting at the table, staring down at the glossy surface.
                "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. It wasn't your fault I lost my shit. And it wasn't fair."
                Tom looks up at you, not unlike Loki looked at Odin. " I'm sorry my presence here is a burden on you."
                You sit down across from him. "I'm a bitch."
                "I didn't say that. Just don't talk to me like that again. I thought we were enjoying each other."
                You sigh and look down at your hands. "We were. I am."
                He reaches across the table and takes your hands. "Then lighten up. I'm only here for a couple more days then I move onto Radiology. So let's have fun."
                "I'll try."
                "I think I can make it worth your while."
                "Oh really?" He grips your hands then pulls himself forward to kiss you across the table. The door to the break room opens.
                "Oh! Sorry." Nancy closes the door again.
                You grin and touch your face to your joined hands. "Oh this day just keeps getting better and better."
                "It does." He steals a kiss when you lift your head. "Come to dinner with me again."
                "Why don't I cook for you?" You both stand up from the table, letting go of one pair of hands.
                "Alright."
                "Let's finish rounds before they bitch that we're making out in the break room." You hold hands as you pass the nurse's station.
                Tom squeezes your hand. "Well maybe if your well meaning coworkers weren't providing us with plenty of protection, I could keep my hands and lips off you." He glances at the whisperers.
                You shake your head. Oh this just kept getting better and better.
                You go into the neck room. A new patient. "Hi, Ryan. I'm (y/n) and this is Tom."
                "Holy shit, you're Loki!"
                "I am."
                "What are you doing -here-?"
                "I'm studying for a role."
                "Cool. Cool."
                "Broken leg?"
                "Crashed my bike off a spillway."
                "Well, it looks like they're doing surgery this afternoon. So we'll get your vitals and you can rest. What do you want to eat afterwards?"
                "A big greasy cheeseburger. And fries."
                "I'll see what we can do."
                You were right about your much needed Hershey bar and Coke- you made sure you got one on break. And the world was a little bit brighter after that. It also may have been the fact you got to share them both with Tom, and when you thought about it, he was the only one you'd ever actually done that with.
                The rest of your shift together went almost without incident, except for Amanda. She was still very adamant against anything related to eating or putting a feeding tube back in...but, and as much as you hated doing it, that's what Versed was for. Tom stood by you as you sedated her, rubbing the back of his hand up and down your spine. As she slipped into a light fog, you whispered, "I'm so sorry Amanda, I really am." You meant it, you hated doing stuff like this. But when your hands were tied, they were tied.
                You finished your last rounds, making one final check on Jacob. He'd had a rough day of his own, and you just had to make sure he was all right before you left. Especially since you weren't going to be there tomorrow. You knocked on the door quietly and pushed the handle. As you slid in the room, Tom right behind you, you saw Jacob almost asleep in bed. In his right hand was his Thor figure, and in his left was the Loki figure Tom had given him the day before. You breathed a laugh and turned to Tom behind you. You whispered to him, "Come here," as you cocked your head Jacob's direction. He stepped closer to you and leaned over to see. A bright smile spread across his face as he took in the scene. "This little boy will be the death of me, I just know it," you whispered. "I may be there right with you, if this keeps up," said Tom. You gently reached over and brushed a lock of hair off his forehead. You wanted to tell Jacob you wouldn't be there tomorrow, because he always asked about you when you didn't check on him.
                ~*~"You're my nurse, ya know? You're the only one who lets me watch my Thor movie and doesn't call my action figure a doll, because Thor is not a doll!" Jacob once told you. He always had a way to make you smile, to make you believe he really was going to be okay...~*~
                You sat down on the edge of the bed and gently stroked Jacob's face with the back of your fingers. "Jaaacooob....sweetheart...." you quietly chanted in an effort to wake him up softly. His face began to scrunch as he woke up. "Nurse (y/n), I was sleeping...is it time for more medicine?"
                "No, my sweetheart. I wanted to tell you I won't be your nurse tomorrow. I have the day off."
                You always waited until the last minute to tell him because you hated to see his face fall. But tonight was a bit of an exception, as proved by his next question. "Will Tom be here again?"
                Tom laughed- you feigned disappointment. "Ahh! I see how it is, the new guy comes along and I'm chopped liver all of a sudden!" Jacob giggled at you both, as Tom was turning four shades of red from laughing so hard.
                He regained his composure after a moment, apologizing but still laughing. "I believe he asked you a question, O Favored One," you joked with Tom.
                "Yes, I believe he did. And Jacob, I'm not sure if I'll be here tomorrow or not...I have to stay with your dear nurse, and if she's not here, I might not be either. But I'll be back when she comes back."
                "Promise?" "Promise!" Jacob stuck out his pinky finger, and Tom reached over and hooked his own in it. They shook on it like it was a handshake, and all you could do was laugh.
                "Come on, boys...it's time to go." Jacob smiled at you again before he reached up for a small hug. "Good night Jacob. I'll see you the day after tomorrow, all right?" He nodded, and Tom stepped closer to the bed and helped you stand up.
                "I'll see you then too, all right buddy?" Jacob nodded again, and you left the room finally feeling accomplished for your work today.
                You and Tom walked out past the nurses' station, and sitting behind the desk was Chad. "Oh hey, there she goes! I just had one quick question for you-" "Let me ask you something first, Chad," you cut him off. You reached into your pocket and then into Tom's and pulled out a handful of the condoms from each. "Are these yours? Did you accidentally put these in my locker and his?" You asked sarcastically. Chad's face blanched- he'd never actually been called out on one of his pranks before. But you weren't quite done. "I mean, if they are, do you mind if we keep them? Because honestly, I don't think you'll be needing them anyway," you dropped the line with absolute deadpan. Everyone at the nurses' station froze. You waited a beat before you said anything else. "So, is that a yes?" "Uh, I mean- uh, yeah, uhh, they were mine-" "That's what I thought. I'll just keep them, then. I'd hate for them to go to waste and never get used." You heard everyone's jaw collectively hit the floor as you turned on your heel and strutted away, Tom close behind.
                "That felt so damn good..." you whispered.
                You were starting to wonder if Tom had ditched you as you sat down at the table waiting. After you had gotten to your flat and started cooking he said that he would be right back and left. Before you could ask him what was up he had already disappeared.
                Starving from such a full day and a lunch of a coke and a candy bar you sighed and shook your head getting ready to dig in. However there was a knock on the door and you stood going and opening it. “Sorry about that.” Tom comes in carrying a bag with him. “There was a line and then someone’s cash card was declined.”
                “Well. Another minute and I would have been eating without you.” You say closing the door as he goes into the kitchen.
                “Do you have a corkscrew?” He said taking out two bottles of wine. You arch a brow and go to the cupboard taking down two wine glasses, and taking the corkscrew out of the drawer handing it to him. “Thank you darling.”
                “Are you sure you want to do that?” You say leaning against the counter crossing your arms watching as he opens the first bottle pouring the wine in the glasses.
                “Do what?” He questions.
                “Hmm.” You say arching a brow. Tired, emotional day, and you were already finding yourself drawn to Tom more ways then you cared to admit. Not to mention there were several reasons you didn’t drink, one of which being it didn’t take much to send you passed buzz all the way annoying drunk girl at the party. He hands you a glass of red wine and you look into it before looking at him again. He clinks his glass to yours and takes a sip looking at you. “Okay then.” You turn and walk back to the table as you both sit down.
                It wasn’t traditional spaghetti; it was your mothers take on it that made it a bit more spicy than usual. Tom tried it and was pleasantly surprised savoring the taste eager for more. You sip your wine very lightly, just enough to coat your tongue before you start to eat your own dinner as well passing him a bread roll. “This is delicious.”
                “Thank my mom. If she didn’t take the time to teach me how to cook then I probably would be living on stale take out every day of my life.” You admit.
                “Well thank God for your mother.” He says with a smile continuing to eat. “So, it seems like Thor and Loki’s unannounced visit to the hospital will happen next Monday. Jaimie and Chris are going to fly in on the weekend, and our costumes should arrive about the same time.”
                “Sounds wonderful.” You say with a nod. “The kids will be over the moon. Especially when Jacob realizes who you are.”
                “I’m surprised he hasn’t noticed yet. He’s such a huge Thor fan and a very bright boy.” Tom takes another drink of his wine.
                “You’re usually wearing a mask in his room, you don’t talk in a deep sinister growl, and your hair is red instead of black. He’s bright but he’s still a kid. Loki’s a villain, you’re the British Pollyanna.” You take bit bigger sip of your wine picking up some bread.
                Tom arches his brows, “You think I’m Pollyanna?”
                “Sometimes. You’re very hard to . . . . .” You stop realizing that you had drained most of your glass of wine without noticing it.
                He notices your sudden silence, “Something wrong?”
                “Uh,” You put the glass aside out of your reach, “I’m a very cheap date. There’s a reason I don’t drink.” You stand going into the kitchen to get a glass of water, “You better police how much you drink because I’m not above taking full advantage of your impaired judgment.” And just like that, the filter between your brain and your mouth seems to have dissolved.
                You slapped your hand over your mouth, as if it would take back the remark you'd just made. You were horrified. 'Maybe he didn't hear me,' you prayed silently. But no such luck was given to you as you heard Tom start to laugh. "What did you say, darling?" "Uhh, nothing. I didn't say a single thing," you lie. Tom stood up from his chair and turned to look at you with a sneaky smile. You wore your most embarrassed expression as he tilted his head to the left. "I told you, I'm a very cheap date." "I can see that now," he grinned at you.
                "Darling, you wouldn't have to get me the least bit drunk to take full advantage of the situation....and I would hope you knew that by now."
                You felt the heat rise from your core and spread, from the tips of your toes to the tops of your cheekbones. You took a shaky breath as Tom glided across the floor into the kitchen. He came to stand as close to you as you had ever been, and he took your hands into his. Releasing one, he brought it up to cup your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on your lips. You breathed into it, not knowing where it would lead. Tom broke it after a few moments, looking down at you again. He brushed your hair behind your ear.
                "If you really are enjoying this, like I am, don't be afraid to say things to me like that. Okay? I want to get to know you so much better. And not just for some role or a part," he told you. You couldn't process it, but you nodded anyway like you did. He smiled. "Good. Now, let's go finish dinner. And tell me more about you. Like what else you know how to cook."
                You give a nod and turn starting to walk back towards the table with Tom following you, however before you even realized what you were doing you spun around, reaching up sliding your hand into Tom’s hair and anxiously devour his lips. You couldn’t resist and he’d given you an opening.
At first he seems surprised but he hardly resisted. Instead his arms wrapped you pulling your body against him returning your anxious kiss. Your other hand wraps around his shoulders as he walks you backwards until your back comes against the counter.
                For a moment your feverish affections pause as you both catch your breath, but you stay close your hands roaming over each others bodies, your lips almost touching. Within a heartbeat your locked together in another anxious fevered kissing frenzy. Tom’s hands wrap around your waist and pick you up setting you on the counter top as you wrap your legs around him pulling his body hard against yours. His hands find the hem of your scrubs shirt pulling it up over your head and tossing it to the floor, as your fingertips quickly unbutton the buttons down his shirt before you push it off over his shoulders as it falls to the floor with yours.
                Seeking out one another’s lips yet again his large hands brace against your back as you hands clutch to his shoulders before you draw your nails down his back causing him to shutter as he moans against your mouth. His hands caress your warm curves moving down grasping your hips as he presses his own against your thighs. You can feel how hard he had become as he rubbed against your body. His fingers easily unhook you’re bra as he nearly tears it off you tossing it to the side, admiring you’re large beautiful plump breasts. He cups them in his large hands beginning to massage them, “Beautiful.” He breaths before leaning down and kissing each one before suckling them gently, enjoying the warmth and taste. The stubble on his cheek from not having shaved since that morning against your skin made you quiver with excitement.
                The kiss parts as you both gasp for air, but your hands slide through his wonderfully soft red locks as he trails kisses to your cheek, down your neck to your shoulder rubbing his body a bit more anxiously against yours.
                His hands slip down into your scrubs bottoms grasping your buttocks almost lifting you from the counter as he presses his hard member against you even more groaning in anticipation. Then he begins to slide them down and you brace your hands against the counter lifting your body so he can slide them down your legs and off your body to the floor. His hands instantly returning to your body clutching you tight against him wanting to feel the warmth of your skin to his bare torso.
                His strong hands move over you, resting one hand to the small of your back while his other slides into your hair gripping lightly but not hard at all as your tongues touch, and entwine both of you hardly able to contain the noises of pleasure and anxious desire.
                Your hands move down his back before you push the two of you apart just enough to reach down and pull his belt off letting it fall to the floor with the other cascade of clothing that had melted off your bodies before you unfasten them and slide your hand down into his boxers wrapping around his throbbing hard member as you stroke him firmly. His entire body absolutely shaking in excitement as he groans in approval. You push his trousers down just enough to release him from his confines, guiding him to your warm wet anxious womanhood.
                With one ease stroke he slides deep inside of you filling you’re depths as you both gasp at the overwhelming pleasure at the feel. As he begins to thrust into you with deep deliberate strokes, you feast on his lips, consuming his every moan as his hands move to grip your hips pulling you almost off the counter bracing your body to give him better leverage.
It isn’t long before you begin nearing a climax, your body tensing tight around him encouraging him to thrust even harder still. Your hands clutch to his shoulders throwing your head back as you cry out hardly able to catch your breath. He was so large, and felt so good his strong steady pace was heavenly. As your entire body shakes with absolute bliss you can’t suppress the scream that escapes you eliciting a groan of approval from Tom as he follows you in his own. As you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, Tom pauses for only a moment still extremely excited and neither of you seemed the least bit interested in stopping.
                You devour one anothers yet again, his hands cupping your face as his tongue flicks against your lips before plunging deep into your mouth seeking out yours and savoring the sweet taste.
                Oh God, you never imagined he was such an intense and fantastic lover, but at the same time he was a healthy, gorgeous, famous, virile young man. He must have had quite the experience on his ‘resume’ of lovers. However he wasn’t the ‘kiss and tell’ type you knew that from the first time you met him.
                After a moment, both of you still deep in passion as your excitement begins growing once more he picks you up from the counter, setting you to your feet as you kiss and grope each other for several moments. Then he gently turns you around bending you forward over the counter, his hands moving around your waist as he kisses your neck and then across your shoulders down your back as you could feel him brushing against your quivering sex once more. He gently slides your feet apart giving him better access as you feel him bend over you, his body melding against yours, his breast to your back as he kisses your neck again, before entering you with one swift thrust. Your knees almost buckle at the sensation but you brace yourself a bit better against the counter as he begins to anxiously thrust deep inside your body, taking you from behind.
                A while later, the two of you lay on the floor in your bedroom your bodies soaked with sweat. You’d made it this far after having shared several orgasms in the kitchen, once in the dining room, twice on the sofa in the living room, one more time in the hallway, and yet again on the floor of your bedroom still not having quite made it to the bed yet.
                Both of you were absolutely exhausted and spent, but your hands still couldn’t keep off one another petting and stroking, kissing again every few moments. Finally the two of your bodies entwined on the floor you at last seem to be able to catch your breath and calm down returning to some level of sanity at least for the moment.
                “What the fuck just happened?” You breathe never having had such an animalistic passionate frenzy overtake you.
                Tom chuckles with his ‘ehehehehe’, “I think you just said it darling.” He grins kissing your lips.
                You look over your shoulder, “The bed is 6 feet that way . . . can we make it that far? Or . . . just sleep here?”
                “I’ll bet we can do it, if we’ve give it everything we’ve got.” You both kiss once, then again, then once more. Before things started up again you both laugh and reluctantly untangle somewhat nearly crawling over to the bed. Groping and kissing each other before somehow finding the strength to stand and nearly collapse on the bed.
                “Made it.” You say in triumph as that was much more effort than one would expect. Tom kisses your belly, before moving up to your breasts, then neck finding your lips and consuming your lips. You giggle before turning over beneath him crawling up further on the bed almost collapsing in the pillows, then reached down pulling Tom up beside you. With a grin you both lay together still gently stroking each others bodies in silence looking into each other’s eyes.
                You weren't sure when you feel asleep. Just that you woke up for your morning run tangled in Tom's legs and the sheets. You were able to successfully extricate yourself without waking him.
                Your thighs burned extraordinarily today. And your body felt sore. Maybe marathon sex with a man the size of Tom after a good year of no sex wasn't the brightest idea. But damn it had been fun. And amazing.
                You peek in on him once you get back. He's still asleep. You strip off your sweaty, sticky clothes and walk to the bathroom.
                The shower runs hot and it relaxes the muscles as it hits. You wash your hair and your body. Sweat and mingled body fluids swirling away with soap and scalding water. You were thankful you had that IUC implanted after your divorce. In all that sex, you didn't use a one of Chad's condoms. You close your eyes and turn your face into the water.
                Tom slips up behind you, facing carefully opened the shower curtain to make no sound. He wraps his arms around you and presses his front to your back. "I woke up and you were gone." He kisses your shoulder.
                "I needed a shower after my run."
                "I would have gone with you."
                "You run?"
                "Every day I can." He reaches around you for the shampoo. "What are we doing today?"
                "I need to go grocery shopping and clean."
                You turn under the water and watch him rinse the shampoo. Desire pings through you again.
                "I'd be happy to help."
                You lather up your hands. "I'll help you now." You run your palms over every inch him of him. Stroking him hard, you're rewarded with a groan. He plants a hand on either side of your head on the shower wall.
                "Now that's not fair." You move so the water can rinse off the soap. You pull him down into a kiss, slipping his erection between your thighs. He pushes you back against the wall, reaching down between you to slid fingers along your lower lips.
                Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you kiss eagerly as Tom lifts you from the shower floor sliding into you easily as you wrap your legs around his waist. Once again losing yourselves in passion as you begin to move together, the warm water washing over your bodies.
                A while later, you put eggs and sausage on plates in the kitchen putting the pan in the sink before carrying them into the dining room and putting them on the table just in time for Tom to come out of the bathroom having shaved and finished cleaning up. “Oh wonderful, I’m famished.” He admits kissing your cheek before sitting down and beginning to eat.
                “I’ll bet you are.” You admit sitting down and taking a drink of your coffee. “Probably a good thing we don’t go in today. It’ll give us until tomorrow to figure out how to avoid the walk of shame down the hallway in the morning at the hospital.”
                Tom pauses eating looking at you, “Walk of shame?” He questions, “Why would there be shame involved?” You arch a brow taking a drink of your coffee looking at him. “Do you regret spending the night with me?”
                “Well, you’re intelligent let’s look at this logically Tom. We’ve known each other for a little less than a week, only gonna see you for another week tops, after which I will probably never hear from you again, and you’ll move on to the next department. What kind of picture is that going to paint of us if people found out we actually spent the night together?” You say taking another drink of your coffee.
                He puts his fork down starring at you, “That wasn’t . . . . that isn’t my intention.”
                “Look, I’m not bitching about it. I had fun. A lot more fun than I’ve had with a guy . . . . well ever. I don’t regret a thing. I’m not going to advertise this whole thing though, and I can only hope you’ll exercise the same discretion.” Taking another drink of your coffee. He stares at you wide eyed, properly stunned and speechless.
                “I’m not . . . . . sleeping my way through the hospital.” He stumbles slightly still at a loss for words that you would think so. "This isn't a common occurrence for me. Honestly it isn't."
                “Tom.” You put down your coffee looking at him, “Not. Complaining.”
                “But I feel like I’ve given you the wrong impression completely. You have the wrong impression of me.” He was starting to wonder if he hadn’t treated you properly the night before if you thought he had simply used you and nothing more.
                He got up from his seat and knelt down in front of you. Your eyes widened and you furrowed your brow as Tom took your hand from your cup. "I promise you, coming here and being with you last night was not part of some checklist or- or, conquest. I've really come to care about you and I intend to prove it," "Tom, you don't have anything to prove, it's fine--"
                "No, it isn't!" he cuts you off. "It's not fine, it isn't all right. I have never meant to make you feel the way you imply you're feeling now. And I'll take as long as I have to, to make that up to you."
                You paused. That was pretty much the opposite of what you expected to hear, and now the little script you had worked out in your head during your morning run was entirely moot. You blinked at him trying to figure out what to say next. Tom kept pleading eyes on yours as he leaned forward, placing one hand in your thigh and the other up to cup your neck. He stroked your cheek with your thumb and whispered, "Please believe me. I mean it, I'll do whatever it takes."
                Your brain finally registered the need for a response as Tom stayed on his knees. "I didn't know- I mean, I wasn't sure if--it's just- I'm not used to..." You trailed off. You took a deep breath in an effort to still your thoughts and then said, "I...didn't know...you really felt that way."
                "Well now you do. And I meant what I said. I will make it up to you that I ever made you feel less than that," Tom vowed. The very sincere, almost puppy-dog look in his eyes, made you start to really believe him this time. And as your tongue slipped again, you said quietly, "Keep this up, Hiddleston, and you may not get rid of me so easily." You bit your lips together in embarrassment. He laughed softly at your confession- he was making a habit of laughing at everything you said and for some irritating reason you liked it.
                "Maybe that's part of my plan, darling."
                “Plan? There was a plan to this?” You ask looking at him arching a brow. However before he could answer your phone starts going off. You stand and walk to the table next to the door where your phone was plugged in. You always put it on the charger as soon as you got home so it would be ready for work or whatever was going on the next day. Tom returns to his seat continuing his breakfast as you take your call.
                A few minutes later you walk back into the dining room, “I’m being called in, probably to work a double shift.” You say pulling your hair back into a tie with a sigh. “Looks like no rest for the wicked.” Tom looks disappointed as you go into your room to change into work clothes.
                To be honest, you were thankful for the escape. Wild, passionate, hot sexual escapades you could handle. A sweet, caring, sensitive guy who tended to follow you like a lost puppy you couldn’t. Not right now anyway, you were a busy woman and didn’t really have time for complicated relationships. A friend with benefits you were in the market for. A lovesick Romeo . . . . not so much. Maybe he felt this way right now, working in the pediatric ward where there were terminally ill children tended to stir and dredge up all sorts of emotions. But once he moved onto the next department, he wouldn’t be half in tears throughout the day and wouldn’t be so raw and emotionally vulnerable. As sweet as it may have been to see a man care so much he’s brought to tears, there were other times when you wanted to slap the shit out of him and tell him to suck it up.
                Standing at your locker you put your things away and wrap your stethoscope around your neck putting on your watch and making sure the time was correct before closing it. As you turn you come nose to nose with Chad. “Hey.”
                “Hey.” You say giving him a look. He didn’t speak right away and you put your hand on your hip since he was blocking your exit. “Did you want something or did you just want me to kneecap you so you were my first patient of the day?” You were still quite irritated with the prank he’d instigated yesterday.
                “I wanted to say I was sorry. I guess things just sort of got out of control with the prank thing. It was funny though, you have to admit.”
                With a sigh you cross your arms, “Sure. It was funny. The first few hundred condoms that fell out at me.” You say arching a brow, “How many people were in on that bullshit?”
                “Last I heard? About 35, maybe 40.” He says sheepishly putting his hands in his pocket.
                “You can be a real asshole sometimes Chad, you know that? Things aren’t complicated enough with having Mr. Super-Sensitve following me around all day, you guys have to start the jr. high jokes that just make my day even more interesting.” You say in frustration.
                “Crying a lot?” Chad said as it was a common occurrence with volunteers and new staff that was fresh out of medical school. You roll your eyes slightly and give a nod.
                “Usually people manage to suck it up by now, but I’m not sure he’s going to pull out of it.” You admit.
                “Well, you’ll just have to put up with it for another week, then he’ll be gone.” He says walking you out of the locker room.
                “We can only hope.”
                A few hours later, you were in a patient's room, busy doing a care. Tom stops by the desk, carrying a bag with him. Nobody's sitting there, so Tom decides to wait patiently for someone to come by. Unfortunately, that person happens to be Chad.
                Tom curses internally but puts on a smile. "Hello, Chad. I was just wondering if-"
                "Looking for Nurse Hardass?" Chad jokes with that stupid grin of his. "She's busy doing a care right now."
                Tom sighs. "Chad, enough. I'm not going to be here that much longer, and I'd really appreciate it if things could just remain civil in that time."
                Chad nods. "Fair enough, Hiddleston. So what have you got there? Is that for her?"
                "Yes. Since she got called in unexpectedly, I thought I would bring her lunch. Can I leave it with someone since she's busy?" Tom asks.
                "Oh, sure. I'll put it in the break room for her and make sure she knows it's there." Chad says. "Um... look, about that little prank I pulled..."
                "Chad, if it's alright with you, I'd rather just forget it happened." Tom said, his face stern.
                Chad holds up his hands in defense. "Alright, alright. Man, she wasn't kidding about you being sensitive."
                Tom's brow furrows. "I'm sorry, what?"
                "We were just talking this morning, and she said you've been super sensitive about everything... you know, crying a lot. She thinks you should have sucked it up by now. I mean, hey, I get it. It happens to a lot of volunteers. They want to help, and they think they've got it in them to handle being around people who are ill. But then they see what really goes on, and they can't take it." Chad explains.
                "Really...." Tom murmurs, voice tight.
                "Look, I know your intentions are good. It's okay if you can't handle it. But you've only got another week, and I think both you and her will be happy to be rid of each other." Chad continues. "I know she can't wait until she's left alone to do her job again. She said she'll be happy when the week is done."
                Tom's hands ball into fists at his sides. He swallows and blinks repeatedly, trying to control his emotions. "Right. Well... I'm just going to go."
                "Alright, man." Chad says, not seeming to pick up on how upset Tom is. "I'll take this bag to the break room right away."
                Tom gives him a curt nod before turning and storming out of the hospital, seething.
                You towel off out of the shower and pull on your night gown. Dark purplish red circles stare back at you in the mirror. After pulling the brush thigh your wavy hair, you pop a couple vicodin.
                Just like expected, your period hit. In the middle of a double. And the cramps were bad. You hadn't had one this bad in a long time. It had to be the sex.
                You crawled into bed and set your alarm for 6 hours. That would give you time to run before your actual scheduled shift.
                The alarm wakes you right on schedule. As if on cue, someone knocks on the door. You finger comb your hair as you pad through the apartment. You look through the peep hole and its Tom. Did you really want to do this right now offer couldn't it have waited until work?
                You sigh and open the door. "Hey you. Sorry about yesterday."
                He steps in and to the side as you close the door. "Who do you think you are?"
                "Excuse me?"
                "This is has been on my mind since yesterday and I really have to ask. Who do you think your are? I've been nothing but nice to you and put up with your bitchy attitude. I've done everything you asked of me at the hospital." He flexes his hands. "And I really deserve an answer after the night before.
                Or maybe I'm just to sensitive and you can't wait to be rid of me."
                "Fuck."
                "That's about right." His crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes dark and nostrils flared.
                Taking a moment to clear your thoughts you just stare at him. Honestly, you preferred this side of him. He didn’t seem so weak and pathetic, but at the same time, you weren’t about to curl up in a ball and back down either. Never in your life had you backed down from a fight, you sure as hell weren’t going to start now.
                “Who do I think I am?” You begin trying to keep your temper in check. “You’ve got a lot of brass. You egotistical, over inflated, self-righteous ass!”
                “Sorry!?” He says not certain where you were finding such righteous indignation.
                “You feel like I was talking behind your back, is that about right?” You say stepping closer, “Well I was. Grow the fuck up and deal with it. I can only take so much of the pathetic, slobbering, and whining before even my stomach starts to turn. My job is hard enough without having to baby you every single step of the way.”
                “What on Earth . . . . how can you . . . . why are you being this way!” He shouts. “My GOD, I have done everything, I have bent over backwards to try and make you understand that I take this entire thing seriously, and still you are finding reasons to hate me!” This was a bit confusing considering the night you had spent together. “Is this all coming about because you think I was using you? I told you that wasn’t my . . . . .”
                “Maybe I was using you!” You cut him off abruptly. He looks at you falling silent not having expected you to say that. “I handed you a free pass. I literally let you off the hook so you understood I didn’t have any expectations, there wouldn’t be any complications, but you couldn’t leave it at that. You had to take it further, you had to complicate things. Are you expecting me to THANK you for that!?!”
                "Maybe I didn't want to be let off your fucking hook, did you think about that? Probably not, because all you seem to think about is your damn self, so fucking selfish" Tom spat at you. You seethed back through your teeth, "Don't you *dare* call me selfish, you're one one screaming at me in my home." But he wasn't finished. "It's a wonder you were even able to see me when I first set foot on your floor, so stuck in your own little world. I mean, it's a miracle your patients even get the care they deserve from such a bitch nurse like you!"
                At the mere mention of your patients, your blood began to boil and you couldn't hold it anymore. "What the FUCK did you just say about my patients?"
                Tom froze. He realized he had definitely crossed the line. He also realized he had come too far to back down now. So he stilled his expression- granted, it was still full of anger, but still. "I am not going to ask you again. What the fuck did you just say about my patients? Don't hold back now, tell me how you really feel this time."
                He couldn't speak. As you stepped closer to him, Tom felt himself almost shrink in comparison to your growing outrage. He opened and closed his hands, and clenched his jaw, willing it shut to keep from saying one more word he might regret. And then it was your turn for your eyes to grow dark. Until that moment, he never thought it possible to be overpowered by a woman almost a foot shorter than he.
                Your voice had returned to it's normal volume, which he interpreted immediately as an absolute danger to his health. "Let me tell you something, Tom. Don't you *ever* speak about my patients. Not one damn word. Not Ryan, not Amanda. And especially Jacob. You don't have a fucking clue what these innocent children have to go through. And you know even less about what it takes to watch them go through it. Do you understand me?"
                Tom opened his mouth to say something, but all you cared about was hearing the "yes". You interrupted him before he could begin, "DO YOU....understand me?" He still wore a defiant, cold look in his eye. "Fine," he hissed.
                "Good. Now get the fuck out of my house." You turned on your heel for the shower leaving him standing there, your morning run entirely forgotten about.
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