Andrew Siwicki Imagines (Andrew Siwicki x Reader)

Emergency Contact (Smut)

"Y/N!!! Are you here? Y/N, where are you??" Andrew yelled as he dashed up the stairs of Y/N's small Hollywood Hills apartment. Y/N heard heavy footsteps and the frantic sound in Andrew's voice, and she grimaced a little as she lay quietly in bed, already in her pajamas though it was only 5 pm on a Friday afternoon.

"I'm in my room," she called out in a smallish voice, and she heard Andrew clear his throat. "Well can I come in?" he asked cautiously, and she smiled slightly to herself.

"Yeah, come in," she answered, and she opened her eyes as she saw the tall lanky redhead walking carefully into the room, brows knitted nervously.

"Are you alright?? How come you didn't answer your cell? I called and texted," the ginger guy said anxiously, and Y/N bit her lip. "The hospital called me Y/N, they said you were injured. I was freaking out worried," he added, scratching his jaw nervously, and Y/N's eyes grew wide.

"The hospital called you?" Y/N gasped, shocked. Andrew shook his head briskly. "Yeah, I guess... you know, I guess I'm still your emergency contact," he told her, looking at her briefly before quickly looking away, swallowing hard, and Y/N did the same.

Y/N and Andrew had broken up about six months prior, after dating for two years. Andrew had been the one to end the relationship, and it was mostly due to the fact that he felt he was too young to settle down and be so serious with someone. Y/N had been devastated, and things were definitely still weird between the two, though they continued to talk and text at times. Y/N honestly had no idea that Andrew was still listed as her emergency contact, but it made sense as she thought about it. The only other time she'd ever been to Los Angeles General Hospital was to have surgery on her knee a year ago, and Andrew had taken care of her then.

"I'm OK, Andrew. I'm sorry they called you. It's not really that big of a deal. I just got hurt at work," she stammered out, feeling uncomfortable that he'd rushed over to check on her. He looked at her with wide eyes. "What kind of injury?" he asked. "Bad enough for them to take you to the hospital?" he added, thinking it through. Y/N sighed a little.

"You know, it was just a freak thing. Leo and I were practicing a partnering piece and he... well, he dropped me and my head hit the floor," she said softly. Y/N was a professional ballerina with the Los Angeles City Ballet, and she had been recently elevated to soloist. She and her new partner Leo had been rehearsing a particularly complicated lift series when he'd lost his grip on her and she'd tumbled to the ground. When her head hit the floor, the ballet master immediately insisted Y/N go to the hospital and they'd called an ambulance. Y/N thought it was overkill, used to getting injured as professional ballet was a lot tougher than people thought, but her company director had insisted, and so she'd headed over there.

Andrew's eyes grew wide at the thought, his jaw dropping as he considered the tiny frail girl crashing to the ground. "He dropped you?!" he exclaimed, and Y/N shook her head a little. "It was just an accident Andrew. He just, you know... he didn't have the right grip and... it was just precautionary, I'm fine," she added.

"Y/N... the hospital said they tested you for a concussion," Andrew said incredulously. "That sounds pretty serious." Y/N shook her head again briskly. "It was negative. I'm fine. I didn't even want to go home but..." Her voice trailed off, and Andrew looked at her with squinted eyes.

"How'd you get home?" he asked, and she sighed. "I took an Uber," she said softly. "What the hell Y/N?! Why didn't you call me? None of those ballet guys could have driven you?" he asked, shocked that she was so nonchalant.

"Oh Andrew, they had to finish rehearsal. You know how cutthroat it is. I'll be surprised if I get to work Monday and they haven't already tapped the understudy," she said with a groan, and Andrew rolled his eyes. Y/N's career and the toll it took on her health and body had long been an issue in their relationship, as Andrew felt Y/N was underweight and put too much pressure on herself. Y/N couldn't help but smile to herself a little at his concern, as he had always been protective of her. His face softened as he glanced at her laying in bed.