Tattoo - Flones - Chapter 11

Dec 02, 2009 15:26

Title:Tattoo
Author: Me!
Part:11/11
Pairing: Flones
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst
Word Count: Chapter : 1,101
Summary: They were best friends until they went to Uni. Six years later, they find each other again, but everything has changed.
Warnings: It's a pretty emotional fic. Some health issues that might hit hard if you have an eating disorder, or someone you know has one. Implied Mpreg, but theres a good explanation of how it happened, and no actual Mpreg in the fic. Anyways. Take a look.
A/N:For everywordsalie. This is the last chapter! How sad :( Thanks to everyone who's read this as it's gone along. It's awesome having your support! xX Xx

Chapter 1 Chapter 2
Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Chapter 7 Chapter 8
Chapter 9 Chapter 10






“What if...”

“Yeh it goes there. That’s...”

“Can I have...”

“You need to go home and sleep. Go. He’ll be...”

“When is Daddy going to wake up, Papa? He’s been asleep for...”

“She’s so beautiful when she’s asleep. But I guess you know that. I love you...”

A door closing finally woke Tom to a conscious level that allowed him to focus. His eyes flickered and opened, mouth dry as he croaked a whispered “Danny...” as he watched the brunette walk away on the other side of the glass. Tom fell, this time, into a healing sleep, rather than unconsciousness caused by pain, morphine masking the cramping of his stomach.

Another nine hours saw Tom’s eyes opening once more, the angle of his head leaving him looking upon his daughter who was sat upon Danny’s lap, colouring in her Barbie book with wax crayons. Tom opened his dry lips and rasped out quietly “Dan....”

Instantly, both heads shot up, and Dani cried out in happiness, slipping off her Pa’s lap and onto the floor to stand beside Tom’s bed, grasping at the metal bars on the side. “Daddy! You’re awake! Papa said you’d wake up!”

Tom smiled, closing his eyes against the harsh lights of the room. Finally, he gathered the strength to whisper “Hey, princess.” It was a relief when through the dark came Danny’s hand, holding a glass of water carefully to his lips. Tom sipped, before coughing hard, chest coming forwards in a roll as his stomach cramped painfully again.

Tom started breathing heavily through his nose, glad for the oxygen that helped his lungs to work properly as he listened to Danny head for the door and call for the nurse and a doctor. Two minutes later and there was Tess, checking his vitals and making sure he was comfortable while the doctor was called to come. Eventually, he turned up and introduced himself as Doctor Richardson, before he started checking on Tom more thoroughly, looking at the morphine drip and making sure that the levels were ok, that Tom wasn’t in too much pain.

“Ok, well, you need to get more sleep, that’s for certain. Tomorrow, I’ll come talk to you and Danny and see about getting you well. For now, your body needs to start absorbing the nutrients and liquids in this drip before it can even think about digesting food, so I wouldn’t worry about that for now. It’ll start your healing process, but we’ll talk tomorrow about the other things. For now, you get back to sleep.”

“Ok,” whispered Tom, and the Doctor patted him on the hand, handing Dani a lollipop from his coat pocket that seemed stuffed full of the things before he left.

Tom turned back to look at Danny, who was helping Dani get the wrapper off her lolly. When he was done, Tom whisper again. “Dan...”

Danny looked up and saw the expression on Tom’s face and smiled. He came forwards and took a hold of Tom’s hand. “I know. I love you too.”

This time Tom’s sleep was not only healing, but it was also peaceful.

The next day, Tom faced the hardest thing he could think of. Losing Danny had been painful, but it hadn’t been hard. He’d had no choice. Danny had been gone, there was nothing he could do about it, but he had a daughter to raise, so he just needed to get on with it. This time, he had a choice. It wasn’t a good one, death or have the strength to get better, but it was still a choice. It was going to be a hard journey.

The doctor had spoken to him, about how he would have to go into some heavy duty therapy, to work through exactly why he had become anorexic. The doctor had explained about triggers, how certain events could set off eating disorders. Tom had explained right back that he knew exactly why he’d stopped eating. He thought Danny had left because he wasn’t good enough, attractive enough, thin enough. He’d been chubby at eighteen, when Danny had left, and Tom’s mind had made the leap that most people’s would. His body had done the rest, completely losing it’s appetite.

When pregnant, he’d forced himself to eat for the sake of his child, but as soon as Dani had been born, his body had begun to shut down. He’d eaten well enough, but not big enough portions. Over the five years, he’d gradually worked his way down to not eating for two or three days, his body living on the occasional chicken nugget or potato.

The doctor had only nodded, whereas Danny had been in tears. To think that having someone steal his phone would lead to the near death of his one and only lover was near unthinkable, and he hated that he hadn’t been more persistent in his search. As soon as his first tear was shed, Tom had squeezed his hand in comfort. Things were nowhere near to being fixed, but it was that one step closer to the three of them being a family. A well family, with no sickness, mental or physical.

Finally, the doctor got around to explaining the treatment procedure. Tom would be on drips and nutrient supplements until his body was well enough to begin the process of relearning how to digest food. Then he’d be on a non-dairy liquid diet for a month, then soft foods for another month, then non-fatty foods until finally his diet would be back to normal. He’d go to therapy twice a week, and Danny was on strict orders that when it came time, he was to have a strict eating regime to get Tom’s body back to regular eating hours.

It was all very scary. Tom was petrified that he’d fall back and stop eating again, but when Danny squeezed Tom’s hand right back, and gave him a smile, he knew for a fact that he was not alone. The three of them together were family. The three of them were tattooed on each other’s hearts.

A/N: I’m definitely not an expert on anorexia or nutrition, or how the hell you’d come back from something like that, but this is what I reckon would happen, or at least the jist of it. Sorry if you have experienced such a thing and it’s completely wrong, but at least I’m admitting that it’s all fiction!

There’s definitely a sequel in the cards, which will delve deeply into the months of healing and therapy. So look out for that!

Much love.

xX Becca Xx

flones, angst, au, fic

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