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Pairing: Boxer!Tom Holland x Reader Summary: After Tom gets hurt in a bad fight, you realize how dangerous boxing is and choose to distance yourself from him until he has another match Warnings:Angst, blood, mentions of injuries, fluff
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The most cathartic thing in the entire world is the sound of a match-ending bell. It rings through the entire arena and it is like you can breathe for the first time in a decade. Every piece of you just relaxes, your shoulders fall forward, your arms relax, your fingers stop fidgeting. It is like every piece of you can finally come to peace with everything you just witnessed, even if it's bad. It's cathartic because it's over.
Being friends with Tom, that's always been easy. It's always been so easy and simple, since the day you met. It was just like you guys clicked, almost like magnets. And even as your feelings developed and you ended up in this almost kind of relationship still friendship thing, it's been easy. But, then he got his first fight and it got a little difficult. And then he got another fight. And another...and another. And it's just gotten harder because you're just standing there watching someone beat the shit out of him. It's scary and it's not that you didn't believe he'd ever make it as a boxer, it just...wasn't real when you became friends with him. He was just some guy training. But now it's real and it's scary. One bad fight and that's it. And that's where you're standing now, after one bad fight.
Tom's laying in the hospital bed, you by his side waiting for him to wake up. The fight was ugly. Just, ugly. Blood spilled from his nose and head, his wrist is broke, his ribs are bruised, and he has a concussion from being knocked out. His nose is broken yet again and both of his eyes are black and blue from the blows and broken nose. It breaks every part of you to see him like this. You've helped bandage up some cuts and he's had plenty of cuts and bruises before, it just comes with the territory but nothing like this. Even the broken noses don't seem as bad as this one. He's just an absolute wreck from it all and it's taken its toll on you.
"Hey." Tom mumbles, voice hoarse as he opens his eyes and looks at you.
"Hey." You let out a breath of relief. "How're you feeling?"
"Like shit." Tom chuckles softly before wincing. "Ow."
"Yeah, you got hit pretty hard." You say, just looking over him wondering how you're supposed to keep watching this happen because you know this won't be the last time.
"Felt that." There's still a cheeky grin on his face making you shake your head.
You look to your fingers, fiddling with your nails. "You're gonna keep fighting aren't you?"
The grin dissipates as he looks fully at you, brows pinned together. "Yeah...why-why wouldn't I?"
"Because now you're in the hospital." You state, almost like he should have known that would be the answer.
"Happens." He states.
You shake your head and let out a sigh. "But it shouldn't."
"What'd you expect?" Tom asks, voice now laced in annoyance.
