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❝𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙻𝙴𝚈❞ ———————————————————————
YOUR POV: "IS SHE GONNA DIE?" "IS SHE OKAY?" "Y/N, HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP?" The multiple yells in my ear were coming from none other than, my boyfriend, Stanley. I rolled my eyes and shoved my head back onto the pillow. "Stan, it's a broken leg. I haven't been shot...nor am i blind" I reassured, chuckling softly.
"You could've died!" He spoke, still insanely worried about me. "Baby, listen to me. I'm perfectly fine, its just a broken leg" I reassured once again and he sat down, taking my hand in his. "I'm sorry i just- i get really worried when you get hurt, i hate it so much.." he explained with a weak smile. "You're adorable, Stanley. Thanks for showing you care" i spoke.
He smiled and pecked my lips. "I'll always care for you, baby" he said and then stood up. "Want anything to eat or drink?" He asked and i nodded. "Please can i have some water" i said and he nodded. "Of course, be back in a minute, Y/n/n" he said softly, placing a kiss to my forehead before walking off to the kitchen.
I was happy to have a boyfriend as caring and sweet as Stanley, no matter how annoying his pranks could get, I would always love him.
A/n: sorry this ones so short! It was kinda rushed.
