Random x Reader Imagines

Richard Hammond x Male reader ~ III

word count; 2,064

plot; Richard calls you after his car crash and you're both furious and relieved

triggers; anxious thoughts/anxiety, hospitals, swearing, shouting

timeline; pre, during, & post-Rimac crash

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it was a seemingly normal day except for the fact that your husband was in Switzerland. you were of course sure he'd be alright, but knowing cars, no matter how well built they are or how much car companies reassured people that they're safe, this was Richard Hammond we were talking about.

you knew he took extra precautions, but things can still go horridly wrong. which is why you had the TV on the news all day and even your phone was off silent-mode. you wanted to make sure that if anything happened, you'd at least be amongst the rest of the people who heard about it.

Isabelle skips down the steps into the kitchen and sits at the kitchen bar, "hi, pops! are you still worried about dad?" she knew you well, but she might've also gotten the hint from the television, "of course i am, dear. you know i always am."

she gives you an encouraging smile, "well, he's always careful isn't he?" you scoff, shaking your head, "you'd like to think so. he may be prepared for disaster most of the time but cars- cars are still dangerous." you frown as you watch the newscaster go on about a minivan that had burst into flames after a family got home, which only unsettled your nerves even more.

sighing, your daughter shuts off the TV, making you open your mouth to complain, "no, you are not going to stand there watching chaos going on this whole time. dad will be alright. if he's not, he'll pull through anyway. you know he will." she sits you down on a barstool and goes to start you a cup of tea, "yes, yes, i know... but it's just- just terrifying. he could-"

"stop, thinking about the bad. you're scared, i know, but you can't sit there worrying over nothing. if something's happened, we will find out in due time but until then, please try to calm down." Isabelle comes back with two steaming cups of tea and gives you a gentle smile, settling your nerves only slightly.

you rub your eyes wearily before taking a sip of your tea, nodding, "alright, yes, i'm sorry. i just worry for him- clearly. your dad is my life- apart from you and your sister- and we've been through so much. it'd be hell getting on without him." you breathe a deep sigh, feeling her hand rub your back slowly, "mhm, but if anything were to happen, you can trust we'd be here to help you through everything, no matter what."

you were envious of your daughter's optimistic point of view, but you knew you couldn't do anything if Richard were injured other than be by his side, so you tried to distract yourself.

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a few hours later, you'd cleaned up the kitchen, yours and Rich's bedroom and done a few odds and ends around the house you'd been meaning to get to but always forgot or put it off.

you'd just finished hanging a picture when you got the call you were dreading the whole day.

"hey, love, how's-" you had started, only to be interrupted by a very rushed and rather upset Richard, "h-hospital- i'm being airlifted to hospital in Gallen- can't- shit, ow! can't talk long, love, i'm so sorry. please don't rush here, but i think i've broken my leg." 

"wh-what?! damnit, Hammond, you weren't supposed to get injured!" you rushed to grab your phone charger and car keys, ironically, before practically running down the steps to get your coat, "i know, i know-" he pauses to cough, "i can hear you, y'know- please be patient with people, they don't know what's happened-"