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"Maybe this morning..." I said to myself. "Tintin will wake up."
Yes, it had been some time since he fell unconscious. Yesterday night, to be exact, but I couldn't stop thinking about Tintin. The paramedics tended to him and said he'd probably be fine. But they mentioned if Tintin doesn't wake after a certain amount of time, he would need to be taken into the hospital.
My stomach hurt whenever I thought about him.
'He'll be okay!' I tried to think. 'Tintin's tenacious, strong, and brave! He won't let a few bumps stop him... except... for the fact that they are serious ones! What if he never wakes up?! It's all my fault this has happened to him! What do I do? How can I fix this?!'I groaned at the conflict my brain was having about the issue. But there was nothing I could do besides hope he'd be better. I wouldn't give up on Tintin, not for a moment!
I walked back inside from taking a stroll on our street. Thompson and Thomson recommended I stay at the apartment for a while if those dang thugs spot me and try kidnapping me again. But I really wanted to walk outside to clear my mind, so I woke up super early and made sure only to stroll Labrador Road for my safety.
Ms. Finch greeted me at the door.
"Is he awake yet by any chance?" I asked her doubtfully.
It had been a couple of hours that I was out, and I hoped to receive good news when I got back.
"Not yet, lass," she answered. "Just give 'em time. He had a nasty fall!"
I sighed.
"Yeah... I know."
"Would you like to read another story?" Ms. Finch asked. "It helps me unwind; perhaps it'll help you."
I looked her in the eyes and smiled a tiny bit. We both had become chummy reading buddies since my arrival. It helped that Ms. Finch was good at storytelling, so I preferred to listen to her the whole time rather than taking a turn to read out loud myself.
The smile faded as the same heartfelt tug forced me to look upstairs in Tintin's apartment direction. I bit my lip. Maybe he was awake but hadn't left his room yet?
"Actually, do you think..." I trailed. "It would be okay if I checked on him real quick? You know... just to make sure he ain't dying on us?" I said, forcing a lighthearted chuckle.
It was not really a laughing matter, but I didn't want Ms. Finch knowing how worried I was.
She smiled reassuringly and nodded.
"Of course, love." She started walking away. "I'll go cook you some breakfast!"
I smiled as she left and stared at the flight of stairs. Slowly, I walked up them and approached Tintin's apartment door.
I bit my lip and fought against the tightness of my throat.
'Maybe this is stupid? I don't know... but I gotta see if he's okay...'I knocked lightly and listened for a response. Sadly, there was nothing. Not a peep from the other side of the door. Hesitantly, I turned the knob and cringed at the loud creak sound it made in the process.
When I heard footsteps, I stopped.
"Tintin? Are you up?" I whispered.
I gasped when the cute white terrier jumped in front of the crack in the door. I gave him a pat then pushed the door open to look inside.
There was a quiet ticking of a clock that rested on Tintin's mantle. I examined the interior before taking a couple of light steps into the room. It was dark because the lights were off. I looked around and spotted the clever ginger-head laying peacefully on a red sofa.
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Tintin X Reader
FanfictionEver think you'd be on the run with a famous journalist and a retired sea captain? Well, you are now! After being captured from your home and dragged to Brussels, Belgium, you are soon rescued by the famous Tintin and the criminals are put back behi...