John Constantine x reader

Blooming love 2

A steady beeping was all you could hear, lights stinging your eyes. You opened then slowly to find a clean hospital room. You felt nothing, no pain no fear, nothing. He saved you but not the way you wanted him to.

The door to the private room opened with a click, "you scared the living crap out of me" John confessed throwing his trench coat over the back of the green plastic chair by your bedside.
"You should of let me die" you croaked, your throat sore from all the violent coughing fits you'd been having. John sighed, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck "I couldn't" he managed barely a whisper, but you still heard him.

"So letting me live my life with no emotion is better than death?" You asked him. keeping your eyes fixed on the wall in front of you, "(Y/n) you don't understand" he emphasized but you cut him off before he could explain anything to you, "Oh I do, you're a selfish bastard who only cares about yourself" you snapped ripping all the wires off your chest without a single amount of pain.

John scoffed "Wow I love you too" as he slumped down into the chair, watching you disconnect everything that was once attached to you. pulling off the hospital gown you put your own blood-stained clothes back on you noticed something. you ran your finger over the white fabric plaster "No you don't, or I wouldn't be here right now" you explained pulling the t-shirt over your head. "We'd be happy together" you continued, tugging the top down.

God, you could be really stubborn at times"We still can be" confessed John, his gaze never leaving you. he kinda felt like a pervert watching you get dressed but you made no attempt to cover yourself from him. "No, we can't don't you get it? I loved you, John. That's why I was dying because I loved you and you didn't love me back" you shouted a bit more harshly than you wanted to. turning to face him, your face held no emotion, not even a single tear in your eyes.

He didn't understand why you were feeling this way, he was trying to tell you how he feels. seeing you on the floor dying broke his heart. "But I did" he muttered to himself, was his love not enough?  "You had a funny way of showing it" you jibbed, pulling your jeans over your hips with a little wiggle. "Now I can't feel anything", sitting back on the edge of the bed to slip your trainers on. "Eh give it an hour or two" John explained rummaging in his coat pockets.

Man he had a lot of junk in those pockets, he pulled out a packets of silk cuts. One left.
"Is this some sort of joke to you?" You questioned turning to face him, oh you was pissed. Your life was no longer worth living, "They weren't kidding when they said you'd be a moody bitch" he scoffed returning the packet containing the last cigarette. Oh he had to kick the hornets nest didn't he?

You really wasn't in the mood for this, you want to go home even though home meant still being with John, at least you barricade the door closed using an oak chest of drawers. As much as you wanted to leave right now you knew deep down there is no way in hell he was going to let you. "i can still kick your arse" you threatened, walking over to him you grabbed hold of his tie pulling on it harshly to make him stand in front of you.

Your eyes filled with anger, John didn't like it when you was angry. You had a mean right hook on you and you didn't care who was on the receiving end. He Sighed, tentatively brushing his fingers over your T-shirt exactly where the plaster was stuck to your body.
"they didnt remove anything" he began explaining, locking his eyes on to yours "I held you in my arms and confessed my love for you"

Now you was confused, if he saved you why was you in hospital? And more importantly why did you have a plaster on your chest "But, but the plaster" you asked, oh no have you totally got the situation wrong, again. "Your lung collapsed, they had to release the air" he told you, yup you had gotten it all wrong. John explained to you that once you was admitted into hospital they get you some bloody strong pain killers.

That's why you felt noting, no pain no emotion. Luckily they would start wearing off soon. Then you could be happy with John. The man who saved you, the man who loves you.