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176. Benedict Cumberbatch | Lifeline

By : insomniaacs | Tumblr

Requested by ​: Hi it's me again. I bet your sick and tired of me requesting. But I've got another request. Benedict x reader. While he's away filmic he gets word that his girlfriend and her best male friend have been in a car crash. She's fine only and broken arm, but he's on life support.

Word count: 3573
Warnings: lots and lots of angst

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There was a screeching noise, followed by the distinctive scratch of metal on metal.

The whole world went spinning before your eyes; a blur of dark skies and the blink of two strong lights blurring everything around you.

Your head was warm. It was hot and pounding with a pressure that built on the spot directly above your eyebrows and made you feel dizzy and sick to the stomach.

You felt like throwing up and passing out all at the same time.

The noise was loud coming from your right. It hurt your ears and made you cringe as you were helplessly thrown aside, lunging forward but stopping midway by something that held to your chest and made it even harder to breathe.

When everything stopped moving, it was sudden and painful. You were trapped; your head and arms hanging sideways as the lack of movement made you perfectly aware of each and every aching spot of your body.

There was something dripping down your face; something that reeked with the smell of iron and that felt hot and sticky against your forehead. You tried to lift your hands to touch it, but your arms hurt too much to move. Your eyes couldn't focus, and there were strong lights pointed at your face, making it even harder to see anything but a white blur.

You moved your head to the side with difficulty and managed to distinguish a streak of dark brown hair from the blackness surrounding you.

Your heart gave such a painful squeeze that you thought it was stopping inside your chest.

"Tom-" you murmured with difficulty, unable to so much as form a sentence. There was a sharp ache in your throat afterwards that made you stop trying to speak altogether.

Panic started rising on your chest, cutting your breaths short and causing you to hyperventilate. The image of the man beside you covered in blood and pressed tightly against your surroundings made you want to scream and cry and do something.

Instead you just tried to breathe, failing to inhale and exhale and feeling the desperation rush through you until it became too unbearable and you passed out.

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Benedict's heart was beating so painfully against his ribs that for a moment he couldn't feel anything but the radiating ache that shot through his entire body and settled on his chest.

His feet slid through the white linoleum floor and he cringed at the squeakiness of his shoes against it. The hospital was rather empty for a friday evening, but there were still people looking at him in recognition, and he had to force himself to be polite as he reached the receptionist's desk; his breaths coming out in short, sharp puffs.

"I'm looking for (Y/N) Cumberbatch?" Benedict managed to say, his words wounding him even more than the phone call he'd received about twenty minutes before.

"Visiting hours are over," the woman behind the desk said nonchalantly, and Benedict felt his hands clench as he exhaled shakily.

"I'm her husband. I've just received a call, I-" he stated desperately, his hands shaking even though they were closed tightly. He'd broken into a cold sweat, his head feeling slightly dizzy as he eyed the woman with pleading eyes and silently prayed to god for some kind of miracle. "Please," Benedict begged, and the woman rolled her eyes but complied, opening a drawer and reading through the files. She focused on it for a few seconds until her whole expression seemed to change, leaving a slightly shocked one on its place.