Whatever happens Part 2 (Tim Bradford x F!Wife!Reader)
Summary: part 2 of whatever happens . after the events you are in a coma and tim is desperate for you to wake up
Part 2 was originally requested by @marvel1000 @fyodorssimp1 . i'm sorry it took so long and that is not that great...
Warnings: : hospitals, coma, reference to torture, kidnap, ptsd.
Notes:
Sorry for the grammatical errors. I’m new at writing so feedback is appreciated. Thank you for reading. do not translate or appropriate my work
Comments and kudos are highly appreciated :)
words: 2400
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Part 1
Tim had not left your side since you had got out of the ICU. It did not matter how much Angela and Lucy had pleaded him to go shower or take a bit of fresh hair. He would not leave your hand for one minute.
You were in a coma but the doctors were positive you would wake up as soon as your body had recovered a bit. He just had to wait.
After much persuasion from Lucy and Angela Tim had asked the hospital to have you two moved to a double room, so that at least he could stay on a hospital bed considering he too was full or burns and bruises and with a broken leg. The room had a bathroom too so it was easier as tim could go without worrying someone would get to you to harm you while he was away
Tim could not sleep, when exhaustion took him over while he was holding your hand, flashbacks of you being tortured and shot while he could do nothing to help you continue playing in his mind waking him up.
After two weeks he was exhausted and you still had not woken up.
Your office, the national defence, had sent officers to guard your door and to question Tim on what had happened.
He had lied, he told them you had said nothing, and that is why you had ended up like that. He was thankful that the computer with the list of agents they had written down had been shot during the recovery mission with no hardisk to recover. All the agents were safe, after what you had endured, speaking only to save him, not yourself, he could not have you loose your job or worse go to martial law.
Angela, Lucy, Jackson, Harper, Nolan and the Gray had come visit him daily. Angela and Lucy staying for hours to keep him company or bring him some food.
Tim felt useless. Less than when they had attacked you as he could not protect himself and you and now he could do nothing to help you as you fought to recover.
Tim talked to you. They told him it could help you wake up and so he does, he talks about anything and everything, he reads you your favorite books and puts on your favorite music. Anything that could get you to wake up.
-.-.-
The weeks pass and he starts to lose hope. Doctor after doctor says he just needs to wait that eventually you will wake up, but he is losing his mind. After one month the doctors change opinion, that the situation is more critical than they thought, that by now you should have woken up.
Tim’s word collapses, he cries, he had not cried much ever before but in these weeks he did more often that he would like to admit. The funny thing is that you would be proud of him, as you always said he should allow himself to feel his emotions more.
Tim Bradford never begs, but for you he does, he would do anything for you. He asks you everyday to please wake up, that he can’t do it without you, he makes promises after promise.
And on a late night he is at it again, on a chair next to your bed holding your hand as he begs you to open your eyes.
‘sweetheart you need to wake up please. It’s been a month, i’m losing my mind baby.’ He asks you eyes lucid kissing your hand as he looks at your broken form in the hospital bed
‘you are my world and my sanity. I know I failed you, I did not protect you, I did not protect our home, but please I beg you. Don’t leave me. I need you. I need you to make fun of me, to compliment my cooking, to scold me when I’m too harsh with lucy, to kiss me when I had a hard day. to watch trash tv with me as I hold you pretending I hate the latest show you got obsessed with. To knock me down when we are sparring, to leave your heels in the middle of the living room to have me trip over them. To making me feel love and complete when everyone else just sees my tough side and as you call it grumpy side. I need to hear your voice, your laugh again, to look at you as you do anything and everything. Please baby. You need to wake up, I beg you. Please for me’
He kisses you hand again, his lips lingering on it as he tries not to sob, you are so fragile and broken in that bed, a far different form of what he used to see you as. The bruises healed but the casts for your broken bones are still there.
‘I don’t think I ever told you, but when you got taken all those years ago when we were both serving in the military, I was so scared, that we were never going to find you in time, that you would die not knowing how much I loved you. Because as we sneaked around I had been a coward and not told you how much I loved you. And when I found you, all scared and bruised in that hut, I have never been so relieved. It didn’t matter what they did to you because you were alive. I had never been so scared in my life as in those days while you were gone. then I had never been so relieved as when back then you jokingly scolded me asking me why it took me so long to tell you I loved you once I found you. I have never been so scared again until now. Baby I’m so scared for you to not wake up, to lose you, to never hear your voice again. and as back then you ended my fears by showing me you were alright I need you to give me that relief again by waking up.’ he says wiping silent tears
‘you are the strongest person I know. That time you held up, you recovered physically and mentally in a way I had never seen before. I wish I had half your strength. you proved time after time how strong you are. and you did again when you held up saying those names. What you did, resisting so long, was something I did not think any human was capable to. but I need you to be strong again now to and to wake up. I’m begging you y/n. I will do whatever you want, I will even resign and spend the rest of my life soley taking care of you, I will transfer anywhere you want, the only thing I need is for you to wake up, we will figure out the rest from there. Please baby, please wake up’ he pleads you crying as sobs run freely now
‘I swear I will never ask for anything again. if you come back to me again I will never ask for anything else, please’
It's fileable but tim feels it, your hand trying to squeeze his. He shots his head up to look at you your Eyes are still closed with no strength to open them.
‘y/n?’ he asks voice heavy and full of hope
you manage to press his hand again. only slightly but that is enough for him
he gives a laugh that is kind of weird and ecstatic as he runs to the button next to your bed shouting for help as the nurses run in. they push him out as angela arrives for her visit of the day seeing the commotion
‘what is happening?’ she asks in worry running to tim and placing her hand on his arm
‘she touched my hand’ he says in a mix of excitement and worry and angela hugs him never having seen him so happy
-.-.-
after a few hours when the doctors had finished run their checks, they let tim enter your room, he had never left the corridor as he and angela waited for the doctors to allow him in. You were awake and the doctors confirmed that you would have a total recovery even if it would take a few months, angela smiled at him and gently tapped his shoulders as the doctors told him he could enter the room
you were finally without tubes and awake, your voice was almost none existent as strained by the weeks with the machine helping you breath and by not having used it , you were still very weak but you were alive
‘hi’ you manage to rasp looking at him but your eyes are heavy struggling to be kept open
Tim let out a breath of relief as he rushed to your side, broken leg permitting, kissing your forehead a single tear running down his cheek. he is afraid to touch you being you still heavy injured
‘thank god you are awake baby, you scared me there’, he looks at you afraid if he tears his eyes away you would be in a coma again , he sits next to you taking your hand ‘I love you so much’ he tells you kissing your hand again
‘I …too’ you manage to say, eyes still heavy and voice almost unherdable
‘its okay rest, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere baby’ he reassures you squeezing your hand as you sleep for a bit, he stays there silently happily crying
.-.-.-.-.
You sleep for another couple of days, tim never leaving your side as the doctors reassure him that you are out of the coma and just resting. when you wake up again you are much better
‘hey baby’ tim tells you as you open and blink your eyes, he scoops nearer carefully caressing your head afraid to hurt you
‘tim’ you say, voice still hoarse but better
‘I’m here sweetheart, what do you need?’ he asks you as you start to tear up
‘the agents…’ you manage to cry out
‘they are okay. The list never made I out our living room. They are safe thanks to you’ he reassures you
‘thank god’ you say closing your eyes in relief ‘I will resign tomorrow’
‘no need to, no one knows that the name got out, I lied. They will question you, so stick to my version and all will be fine’ he reassures you, whispering and turning around to check that the guards outside your door cannot hear you
‘I don’t deserve to keep my job’ you say shaking your head
‘yes you do, the way you held up baby, no one would have been able as you did. you are so strong. You are a hero y/n’ he tells you meaning every word, you just nod
‘I should have protected you’ he adds guilt eroding him ‘no tim, I should have protected you’ you reply shaking your head ‘its all my fault’ you add tearing up again at the memory of what they did to him of how they almost killed him to make you talk
‘hey, hey sweetheart. No. none of this was your fault, you hold up and you saved me okay?’ he tells you voice firm, you nod again. ‘but you need to promise me something, never and I mean never again try to trade your life for mine again, okay? I cannot live without you’ he tells you now more serious as he tears up too at the memory of you asking the intruders to take you or kill you instead of him
‘I could not let them kill you, not for my life or this country, all loses importance if you are in danger tim’ you tell him shaking your head, the way they tortured him and almost shot him if the police had arrived a minute later, would hunt you for life, the image of the gun to his head as you were helpless to save him
‘you matter more, to me. More than my life and more than everything. Okay? Now don’t think about it, we are okay. Rest. You need to recover, I will be here every step of the way, no matter how long it takes, okay?’ he reassures you caressing your head as you nod and settle back In the hospital bed. He presses a kiss to your head as he then sits back in his chair, he draws cirlces on your hand with his fingertips trying to suit you, considering most of the rest of you is still with a cast because of the may bones you broke
‘even new York?’ you ask him after a bit of silence
‘what?’
‘I heard you. Everything you said, every day I heard you. It felt like a dream but I heard you, you helped me come back tim’ you explain, eyes heavy again
He is silent taken back from your admission ‘ I meant every word, anywhere you want sweetheart, I love you. So much, you are all that matter to me. You want to move? Good for me’ he tells you giving you a sad smile before kissing your forehead
‘I love you too tim. And you love los angeles you always say there is nothing quite like it, you have been here your whole life’ you reply as he pecks your lips and he wipes away your tears with his thumb
‘yes but I love you more. now rest. I’ll be here when you wake and then we will do watherver you want. Okay?’ he reassures you. You nod
‘love you’ you say as you close your eyes easing back to sleep finally feeling safe
‘I love you too sweetheart’ tim says as he too now sleeps on the chair holding your hand, for the first time in a month finally fully resting knowing you are okay
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