Hating You From The Beginning

𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴

"We both know you love my singing." I stick my tongue out at Roman.

"This is what I get for getting involved with a child." He shakes his head.

"Uh- excuse me, sir, first of all, I'm only 2 years younger, secondly need I remind you that you deflowered this 'child' last night?" I sass back.

After finally getting me out of bed this morning I decided that the best cure for the soreness in between my legs would be tacos.

We're at a red light that takes forever to change so we've been sitting here for almost five minutes.

He opens and closes his mouth a few times. "Deflowered?"

I shrug my shoulders and continue singing.

The light finally turns green. God, I hate this intersection.

Slam.

We stop.

What the hell?

It takes a few seconds to register what just happened. A car crashed into us.

No.

Crashed into the driver's side.

Roman!

I snap my head to my left only to find him leaning against the airbag, blood, and glass all over him. "Roman." I slightly shake him. Thankfully he wakes up but he doesn't move much. "Hey, hang on babe, helps coming." Shit is help coming?

I feel fine, I don't know if it's the adrenaline or what but I feel good. You know besides the fact that my boyfriend looks like shit.

Not the time for dark humor.

I'm about to take my phone out to call for help but I hear the sirens getting closer and closer. "Hear that? Helps coming." I offer a sad smile.

I feel so useless.

What do I do?

What can I do?

I open my door and debate whether I should get out or not.

Not.

I'm not leaving him.

Finally after what felt like hours an ambulance pulls up, followed by one more, a fire truck, and 3 police cars.

Shit.

EMTs rush to Romans' side first and place him on a stretcher. An offer and EMT come to my side of the car next and help me out.

I still feel fine so I refused to get on a stretcher.

"We need you to answer some questions after the paramedics check you to make sure you're okay." The officer tells me.

"I understand but can I just do that at the hospital? I need to ride with my boyfriend."

Both he and the EMT hesitate but ultimately let me go but not until I agreed to have a paramedic check me out on our way to the hospital.

With the help of a paramedic, I step into the ambulance and sit toward the front, where Romans head is.

Can I touch him?

I probably shouldn't.

I grab his hand.

What?

I said I shouldn't not that I wouldn't. "Hey." I slightly smile. He has an oxygen mask on so he can't talk right now but he squeezes my hand. There are no windows back here but we're going pretty fast and the hospital is around 10 minutes away from where we crashed.