Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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His white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel matched with my white-knuckle grip on his hand. He was speeding again, under some kind of influence. I knew I shouldn't have gotten in the car with him tonight.

I looked at the mischievous grin that was playing on his lips, and I turned to instead look at the lights of houses speeding by like they were just in my imagination. I squeezed his hand and he took a quick glance at me. I met his eyes quickly before turning my head and finding myself staring at a pair of headlights.

I just remember him and I colliding, glass and metal flying everywhere, gravity throwing us around. I must've passed out for a minute before I woke up to the smell of smoke, and Dallas unconscious. I shook him but I turned his head and it was covered in blood. I let out a sob and I heard yells coming from outside.

"I heard somebody! They're alive!" They're alive? How bad was it? All I could do was let out a yell for help and I felt somebody grab me. I looked down and saw Dally looking at me. "Baby, you're alive!" I exclaimed and I let out another cry for help. "I'm sorry," He mumbled, he knew when he was recovered they were going to investigate him and charge him with drunk driving. If he even made it. I was scared so I let out a quieter sob and I watched him breathe slowly.

Sooner or later, I lost track of time, I felt myself being pulled from the car by a rescuer. I started to shake when I saw the car and I let out a sob for Dally. Oh god please be okay.

I must've passed out again from the stress because I woke up in an ambulance on the way to a nearby hospital. I started to panic when I saw an EMT and I tried escaping. He held me down and I began to cry.

"Where is he? He didn't mean to be driving fast, he- he had a tough day and we were driving home- please, god, please be okay!" I cried and the man calmed me down. "Listen, I'm not gonna lie. He's badly injured and there is a possible chance that his injuries are fatal. But, there is another chance of recovery. But when he does recover he's gonna be charged for a DWI, either way this isn't gonna end in a fairytale." He explained and I sighed. "I just want him alive, I love him a lot. He's a good man I promise, his record doesn't say so but he really is. And he loves me too because a man like him doesn't say I love you to just anybody." I said and I tried to keep my tears from falling. He put a hand on my shoulder.

"I promise you that no matter what happens he's gonna love you." He smiled and I closed my eyes, and that's all I remember from there. What I do remember is waking up in the morning and he was in a hospital bed right next to me, somehow.

I looked over and smiled at him and he was already looking at me. I felt the tears well-up and sting my eyes that I so badly wanted to get up and hug him and kiss him but I was so sore I couldn't move.

Somehow, my only injuries was a broken wrist and a minor concussion. I had a few cuts a bruises here and there but otherwise I was fine, weirdly because I was on the side that got hit.

But I guess he got hit in the face by karma. His head collided with his window causing the glass to break and the left side of his face was bruised and cut and swollen. I wanted to cry looking at it. His arm was broken and he had a severe concussion, he had twenty stitches in his leg from the windshield glass. He was so weak and tired yet he was still looking at me and smiling.

"Even in times like this, baby girl, you still manage to amaze me." He said through a scratchy, tired voice. I smiled too and I met his eyes. "Why're you so fucking stupid?" I asked and he tried to laugh. "I'm a free man darling." He replied and I laughed too.

"Not when we get discharged." And he laughed again. We were laughing until a nurse came in to screw with our I.V.s. She gave us a look because we were laughing and we smiled at each other. "I love you." I mouthed and he sent me a kiss. When the nurse left, we talked for hours until we were so weak all we could do was sleep.