your pov
"MATTHEW!" you yell as Matt walks through the door, injured. "hey.." Matt says in a weak tone.
matt had just gotten home from a night out with his friends.
you look at matts bleeding nose and bruised lip and you ask him what happened "what fucking happened?" you say leading matt to the couch, "dont worry about it, can you get the first aid kit please." matt says. "okay.." you say not wanting to pressure him into telling you. as you walk to the bathroom to get the kit, you walk back in the living room to see matt in pain, groaning and moaning. "babe?" you call "my ribs." matt answers. you run to him as you watch him slowly fade out "fuck baby. stay with me please, im gonna call an ambulance." you say almost out of breathe.
the ambulance got to your house
"matt?..babe?.." you try waking matt up while your eyes are filled with tears, but he isn't responding. you let the paramedics in and you can't help but sob watching them take matt away. who did this to him? you think to yourself. you slowly snap out of your thinking and ran outside to get in the back of the ambulance. "maam,we cant let you come with us now. you can follow us in your own car." one paramedic says. you run back in to get your keys and run right back out to get into your car and follow behind the ambulance.
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you cry into matts hand worried about whats gonna happen to him, then you slowly realize he's waking up. "babe?" you say moving your face from his hand, you hear him groan and all of the weight that was on your chest lift off immediately.
"hi" he says in his weak voice, you hold on to his face and can't help but to cry again. you hate seeing him like this, it hurts in every way.
"im sorry, im sorry i didn't answer the phone immediately when you needed me, i failed to keep you safe." you say.
"babe? dont apologize, i totally understand that you couldnt...make it. please don't blame yourself." matt says with teary eyes.
he was about to cry just by watching me sob like that. and he did start crying with me. we sat in this hospital room, crying, til matt fell asleep on your shoulder.
393 words. (finna throw hands)
