I was in my car, driving home from work, when suddenly another car, speeding down the road at miles so high I cant even count, looses control and crashes straight into me, the last thing I hear is the loud smash of the car colliding into mine, my glass shattering and my vision fading into darkness.
I wake up, the sudden hit of pain shooting through my head, making me feel dizzy. I look around and notice my surrounding, I'm in the hospital, I see a bunch of wires connecting from my body to a machine, the room empty, I feel the fear erupt in my heart, what happened? Am I okay?
Neymars pov:
The loud sound of my phone ringing echoes my dark bedroom, I open my eyes and look over, seeing its 5am, who the fuck is calling me at this time? I reach for my phone, its not a contact, just a bunch of numbers. I answer, "hello?" I say sleepily. "hello, am I speaking to neymar?" a lady on the line asks. "yes this is he," I say. She begins to explain what has happened to y/n, shock runs through my veins, and the worry runs deep. Y/n and I aren't together anymore, we broke up a couple months ago, but I still love her so much, and loosing her was the biggest mistake of my life. If she isn't okay, I dont know what I would do. I need her in my life.
Before I can even process whats happened, my body has already taken me to my car, and Im already on my way to the hospital.
y/ns pov:
I feel myself drift off to sleep, after a couple hours, I wake up to sound of someone lightly knocking at my door. A nurse opens It, and behind them, follows him. oh my god, what is he doing here, neymar, my ex love.
He walks in quickly, I watch his eyes scan my body, looking at all of my injuries, and my wounds. I see his mouth open slightly in shock, and a glossy gaze cover his eyes, he looks like he might fall apart. "y/n, are you okay" he asks, rushing over to me, bending down next to my bed.
The nurse shuts the door and leaves, and now its just me and neymar. Im not sure if its seeing him again after so long, or the way he looked at me with such pain in his eyes, but the tears fill my eyes, and fall out onto my cheeks. I look up at him weakly, "neymar, what are you doing here?" I ask, but I cant think of any other person I would rather be here.
"the hospital called me this morning, I guess you haven't changed youre emergency contact yet," he lightly chuckles. His hand comes to my face, and he wipes one of my tears away.
"im sorry I bothered you neymar, you didnt have to come" i say.
"are you serious y/n, I love you so much of course im here, im just glad youre okay" he says choking up.
"yea, im really lucky to still be here," I say.
"once you're well enough to get out of here, come and stay with me for a bit, to recover, and you know, so I can take care of you" he says.
"no no neymar, you dont have to do that, youre so busy with football, no I cant be a burden to you, ill just go home its okay" I say, in which he shakes his head profusely.
"no y/n, please let me be here for you now," he says.
"neymar seriously its okay, you can go home now, im okay I promise" I say.
"do you want me to leave?" he asks genuinely, looking down at me with a strong gaze.
"no" I reply quietly, in which he slightly smiles.
"im never letting you go again y/n" he says, reaching down and placing a soft kiss on my cut up lips, making all my pain disappear.
