warnings: language, mentions of a car accident, mentions of wounds
You sighed slightly, swinging your feet gently as the doctor sealed a cut above your eyebrow. You fought not to wiggle your fingers to flex against the tightness of the ACE bandage around your wrist. It was only when you looked back down at it that you realized you'd broken a nail to top it all off.
"Do you have someone here to pick you up?" The doctor asked, checking your pupils one last time for a concussion.
You chuckled softly. "Yeah, my roommates should be in the waiting room," you answered, rolling your shoulders to stretch from the awkward position they'd had you sitting in as you peered up at the clock briefly.
You'd gotten lucky. The car accident could have been a lot worse than what it was, especially with how your luck usually ran in situations like this. No one had died and the man on the other end had only gotten a few scrapes and bruises like yourself.
Because the hospital was so worried about the bruise on your head, they wouldn't let you have your cell phone, so you knew Dream and the boys would be flipping out after getting a call from the hospital instead of you.
The doctor handed you a small sheet with recommended prescriptions and helped you off the table, walking you through what to do if the sprain in your wrist was bothering you too much. As you were escorted through the doors, you first caught Dream's dark green eyes, his blond hair tousled about from the unnecessary stress. You gestured to the doctor that they were with you and made your way over to them, watching as Dream got Sapnap's attention. Sapnap was mumbling to someone on his phone, no doubt updating George on what was happening.
"Oh, thank God," Dream groaned, reaching out and tugging you to his hard chest. "We thought you were dead."
You laughed, shrugging out of his grasp as you greeted Sapnap and George as well. "What for?"
You felt a tap on your shoulder, drawing you away from the boys and to the gaze of the man who had crashed into you; worry painting his features almost eerily. "I'm so sorry. That sign came out of nowhere I-"
You cut him off with a small smile. "Please, don't apologize. Accidents happen. It wasn't anyone's-"
Dream broke into your sentence. "Like fuck it doesn't. Mister, I will sue if you come anywhere near-" You used your good hand to smack his chest, shutting him up.
"No, he's serious. You don't even know who we are," Sapnap added. You knew they were trying to be intimidating, but you couldn't help and laugh at their antics. You apologized to the man, and herded them out of the hospital lobby, Dream throwing an arm over your shoulders. "I'm not surprised you got in an accident. You're a terrible driver," Sapnap commented with a small mumble. You heard George agree over the speaker.
Dream chuckled slightly. "You had us scared shitless though," he counseled. "We even talked about how long we would have to wait to rent out your room after the funeral."
You scoffed. "I feel very loved and appreciated. Thank you."
