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↳ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 30𝔱𝔥

𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏 ; 911 (thats weird i dont like that wtf)

imagine no. thirteen !

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𝘼/𝙉 ; sorry in advance 🤑 ok but seriously im over here crying so hard why do I write angst. this is also kind of based off of when my "uncle" was in a fatal car accident and they called my mom instead of my dad before they started dating 😻

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔 ; just listen to the 30th

𝘾𝙒 ! very angsty and sad and shit. car wreck. hospitals/doctors. unresolved ending??? (not happy but not sad either). mentions of blood/open wounds

"but i told you, even then you looked so pretty

in a hospital bed

i remember you said you were scared

and so was i"

ᵗʰᵉ ³⁰ᵗʰ 𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙀 𝙀𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙃

❝𝔱𝔥𝔢 30𝔱𝔥❞

YOU TOOK SHALLOW breaths as your drove.

your head is being swarmed with never ending thoughts that just eat away at your brain.

it's hard to keep steady with your clouded vision and shaking hands. but you try. all you want is to get there without making your own scene.

why would they call me? they called the girlfriend and the not the brothers? we're they in the car too? was it just him or was someone else there?

every part of you wants to pull over on the side of the road and break down into a forever mess. but you cant. you have to stay strong for matt as well as yourself.

when the hospital enters your line of vision a held back sob escapes your lungs.

finding a spot at the ER is easy, being it's close to midnight.

getting out of the car your almost immediately blinded by a passing ambulance and several cop cars. you can't help but deepen your frown at the sight of someone else in dire need of help.

everything hurts- mental wise.

you have a throbbing headache and your eyes hurt. your throat burns, and your heart pounds desperately at your ribs.

walking in, the natural smell of the hospital immediately makes you nauseous. it's already hard for you to navigate as your eyes are already blurred, but the sudden wave of nausea doesn't do your messed up state any justice.

the lady at the front desk does her best to try and calm you down, and has a nurse lead you to matts room.

"ma'am he's right in here," she says delicately. her voice washing through your ears, barely lingering in your brain. "take all the time you need."

you nod and put your hand on the handle. but you don't go in. your absolutely terrified of stepping in the room now that you're here.

you don't know what happened, you just know that you were asked to come to the hospital because your boyfriend was in a car accident. you were given no information on his state, if there were any other cars involved, or why the fuck he was even out this late. you just know that he's definitely hurting, and so are you.

taking in a shaky breath, you wipe at your cheeks and do your best to stop the tears from coming. even though you don't know anything, if matts not unconscious anymore, you don't want him to see you like this.

you push the door open and look at the nurse once again, but find she's left you by yourself.

squeezing your eyes shut and holding in another sob, you convince yourself to open the door fully and to walk in the room.

giving yourself to the count of three, you close the door behind you and open your eyes.

only for the sight of matts spine tingling state to shatter your heart.

his right leg is in a cast, and his left arm is in a sling. there's various gashes that sit up on his body, as well as a large bandage that covers a cut on his jaw.

your breath hitches just loud enough for him to open his eyes. he's slow to register how your suddenly in the room now, letting his eyes adjust to the bright medical lights.

"oh my god..." you mumble, hesitant to walk over to him.

the look in his eyes when he sees you is awful. tears brim his gentle, blue eyes. "y/n..."

the tears you so desperately held back start to fall one by one again. careless of your previous protests against crying in front of matt.

you take another shallow breath before walking over to the bed, and pulling up a chair to be close to him.

he puts his hand out and you take it in yours with caution. doing your best to not hurt him.

one of the tears that sat so patiently fall from his eye. you reach up and carefully wipe it away.

"im scared, y/n." he mutters, trying to too, hold back pent up sobs of pain and sadness of his own.

"i know baby," you whisper, "i am too." you lift his hand up to your lips. pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

you keep his hand there, terrified to let go of him.

he searches your eyes, trying to say so much but so little at the same time, yet nothing leaves his brain.

"you look so pretty baby," you mumble, turning his hand to press your lips against his palm.

it's an easy lie, what you just said. he looks awful right now. nothing about this situation is pretty.

his frown only seems to deepen at your words. "im sorry."

you shake your head against his palm, "don't be, matt."

"i needed a new car anyways."

a small laugh escapes your lungs as you shut your eyes. smiling lightly against his hand.