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148. Chris Hemsworth 5 Part 2

~Tom wasn’t kidding when he said he was on his way. Despite Chris’ new home being forty-five minutes away, Tom made the drive in less than twenty. Before you could slam down the rest of the bottle, he was out front, pounding relentlessly on the door. The longer you let him knock, the louder it got. He began to yell your name, demanding that you open the door before he kicked it in.
“I mean it! Open the god damn door!” Tom hollered. You strode to the door, a stagger in your step. It took you a few seconds to process just how to unlock the door, because you were absolutely hammered.
“Are you off your fucking head? I haven’t heard from you in weeks! And then I come to visit Chris to find out that you’ve been ignoring everyone who – Are you drunk?! Are you fucking drunk?! Dear lord…” Tom stormed in, slamming and locking the door behind him. He grabbed you by the elbow, dragging you back into your living room.
“Sit down,” he commanded. You sat, albeit begrudgingly. “Is this how you’ve spent the last few months?” You eyed the bottle less than arm’s length away, but Tom took a seat on your coffee table, putting his hands on your knees. He sighed, letting your name slip out.
“You can’t keep doing this to yourself, darling. Trust me, I know this is tough, but there are better ways to cope. Have you spoken with Chris?” You shook your head, probably a little longer than necessary, but the way it made the room swirl was pretty entertaining.
“Not since he moved out. He’s been calling and texting every few weeks, but I don’t answer. Why does he have to make this even harder for me, Tom?” Oh god. The tears were back. Tom took to rubbing your knees soothingly, trying to comfort you as best he could.
“He’s not doing it to make things difficult,” he said softly. “He wants to make sure you’re okay. You haven’t spoken to his brothers or his parents, until tonight you wouldn’t answer me. Hell, Chris even called your mother to see if she’d heard from you. Don’t you see, sweetheart? We’re all just worried about you. Except now, I have a definitive reason to be so concerned.” You sniffled, putting your hands over his.
“Listen, I’m going to get you something to eat. Hopefully that’ll sober you up a bit. I’ll ring ‘em all up and let them know you’re safe.”
“Just tell them I’m fine and ask them to just leave me alone for a while. It’s not their fault, but they’re making it worse.”
“I will not tell them that you’re ‘fine’,” he stated flatly. “You’re so far from even remotely okay right now. I’m good at reassurances, not lying.” With an angry huff, you retracted your hands, folding your arms over your chest. Tom leaned over your knees, standing slowly, and kissed your forehead. “Be right back. Don’t take off on me.”
He turned around and headed for the kitchen. Though your head was still swimming, you considered chugging the rest of the bottle on the table. When you overheard him on the phone, however, you stopped.
You managed to heave yourself up off the couch. Strategically, you grabbed the bottle anyways and positioned yourself outside the door to eavesdrop.
“Luke, hey… No, she’s alive. Can’t say for certain that she’s okay, but… No, I’ll call him in a few minutes… That wouldn’t be a good idea. Not with the condition she’s in at the moment… Okay. I’ll let you know. Thank you… Mmhmm, bye.” The slight whistle of a kettle on the stove took over as he hung up. There was a chorus of clicks from his finger against the screen of his phone. Who the fuck is he calling now? It better not be…
“Hey, Chris, it’s Tom… Yeah, she’s safe. Completely smashed, but safe. I’m going to stay with her tonight, keep her sober in the morning, and maybe then, you two can talk… No, I don’t think – yeah, but… Chris, don’t! I- god damn him.” The sound of his phone clattering against the counter was the last thing you heard.
*
When you opened your eyes, you were met with a blindingly bright light. The smell of chlorine flooded your nose, feeling more like an assault than taking a breath. A pair of short plastic tubes were stuffed into your nostrils, pumping a steady stream of oxygen into you. In your left arm, a needle protruded. It was connected to an IV line, which was fed into by a plastic bag of clear fluid.
Everything ached. Your throat felt like you’d been gargling nails and your stomach was in knots. No longer were you in your jeans and t-shirt, but rather in an absolutely heinous hospital gown. You let out a pained groan, trying to sit up. The throbbing behind your left eye made it clear that getting up was a poor decision. You went to rub the aching spot, but the grip of someone else’s hand on yours made it difficult. You took a few long blinks, then glanced over. The hand was connected to an arm, veiny and bulky, and the arm was connected to the rest of your soon-to-be ex-husband.
Chris’ head was resting on the edge of the bed. His eyes were scrunched shut, breath ragged. Frankly, he looked like hell. His hair was shaggy, and he looked like he hadn’t shaved in weeks. On his left hand, which was clutching yours like life itself depended upon it, he still wore his wedding ring. The little gold band was something you’d expected to be long gone.
Seeing him so serene was something you truly missed in his absence. You didn’t necessarily miss the snoring or the awful morning breath, but you missed him. You missed waking up next to him, his groggy ‘good morning’ every day, the way he’d squint until he adjusted to the morning light. Nothing quite compared to that.
You tried to slip your hand out of his without waking him. But the second you tried, he stirred. His eyes cracked open. Using his empty hand, he rubbed at one of his eyes and yawned. With a start, he squeezed your hand.
“Mornin’, sweetheart. How’re you feeling?” Making another attempt at sitting up, you hissed. Everything still hurt, but you powered through it.
“What happened?”
“You passed out. Tom said you might’ve hit your head on the way down. Had us pretty worried there for a while. Thought you might have some serious damage. You want some water? They said your throat might feel a right bit nasty after having your stomach pumped. Those tubes are no joke.” You nodded, tugging the other set of tubes out of your nose.
Chris handed you a small paper cup. Its contents wobbled with the tremble in your fingers. Somehow, you managed to swallow it, but it didn’t really soothe your raw throat.
“Can I ask you something?” he muttered. Had you not been looking right at him, you probably wouldn’t have even heard him.
“Only if I can ask you something he return.” He nodded. “Then go ahead.”
“Just know that if you say no, I’ll completely understand. What I did to you was horrible, and I don’t think, if I were you, that I could ever forgive what I’ve done. But can you ever forgive me? I made the biggest fucking mistake. When Tom couldn’t get a hold of you, that’s when it really hit me. I’ve never been so scared in my life. When I got his call last night, that was the worst feeling I’ve ever had. I don’t expect you to take me back. But I will get down on my knees and beg you for forgiveness if that’s what you ask.” You gestured to his wedding ring.
“That why you still wear it?”
“Yes. I have never taken it off. Separation doesn’t mean I’m not married.”
“It’ll take time, Chris. A lot of time and nothing less. It means a lot to me that you’re here, though.” He chuckled, kissing your knuckles.
“I couldn’t let you wake up alone. If you want me to go, Tom will be back in a few. Stepped out to get some coffee.” You shook your head fervently.
“Stay. Please.”
 

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