“Don’t be so stubborn, please.” She answered. Ashley laid her low-temperature hand on his forehead. “Help will be here soon.” She promised.
“Who’s coming? What do you see?” She looked worried. “What’s happening?”
Tom held his palms to his eyes, trying to wipe the traumatic vision from his mind. “I don’t know. I just had this feeling that I was in danger. I saw someone with my face. I didn’t hear anything, though.” He was breathing heavy, the headache lingering but becoming more of a dull ache rather than a sharp pain. “Wait, who did you call? I’m fine!”
“Yeah, sure. You are breathing heavily but you’re fine. I just called some friends, don’t worry.” She raised her brow, sighing. “They know more about Supernatural stuff than I do.”
Ashley looking at him “You’re going to be okay but for now, please trust me.”
Tom laid back against the uncomfortable hospital mattress and looked over at Ashley. “I am fine. I just need some rest,” he pouted, not wanting the extra attention. “What are they going to do? Promise they won’t hurt me?”
She shook her head “They won’t hurt you. Deaton would be here just to help you. And Derek… He will be here to help as well. He probably knows about this.”
“Okay,” Tom whispered, feeling like a little kid, sick and unsure of what was happening. He sat quiet for a moment, thinking about what he saw and the things he felt. What if someone really was coming for him? His heart rate began to rise as the panic set in. His fingers grabbed hold of the sheet and clenched it in his fists as his vision swam, he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping the other wouldn’t notice.