Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚂𝚒𝚡 - 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜

I stared out the window, silently watching as the trees zoomed past with the setting sun.  The air conditioned moved swiftly through the Jeep, allowing my loose hair to flow all around. My eyes were heavy and tired, I was practically daydreaming about laying on the couch at Cory's. The beds at the Airbnb weren't the best, but the combination of alcohol made it so much better.

I looked over at Pamela, who sat in the driver's seat, lip-syncing to the music that blared on the radio. She enjoyed our little vacation as we spent many hours talking about the business while drunk laying around in the pool. I was almost disappointed to be heading home so soon, but it was time. Maybe Damien was better now? Pamela had insisted on not talking about him or Mia, or even Chase. It was a girl's trip. The other girls on the trip did bring up Damien's late wife, but nothing much was said. Pamela would end the conversation before it could develop anymore. I didn't understand why nobody would talk about his late wife. Who was she? What did she do? I looked over at Pamela for a minute before opening my mouth to speak. She cut me off first, "Do not ask about his dead wife."

"Pamela, what the hell?" I groaned, "Why does nobody talk about her? Or doesn't know she exist?"

"Damien just doesn't like talking about it, alright? So we don't talk about it." Pamela rested her head against the window, ending the conversation. I tried to not let it irritate me, but I was tried of being left in the dark about his wife. Was she someone he was embarrassed of? My chest felt heavy once again and I coughed to try and relieve myself from the feeling. I had this terrible cough for a week now and nothing seemed to help it. Maybe it was stress related.

"That cough sounds absolutely terrible." Pamela laughed, "You should probably get that checked out."

I coughed and brushed her off, informing her that I was probably a cold, nothing serious. Her eyes seemed to go blank for a moment before she slowly looked back at me, "Damien's wife said the same thing, and she died, so."

"Are you trying to scare me?"

"Just saying!" She shrugged, "She thought she only had a cold too, then a week later, she died."

"So you'll talk about her death, but you won't tell me anything else about her?"

"Why do you care about his ex-wife so much? She's not in the picture anymore, so can you just knock it off-"

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The car then suddenly jolted, my body feeling weightless for a moment before there was a hard crashed and loud noises that followed. My eyes were tightly shut, as I was took scared to open them. I felt liquid dripping down my face and sharp pieces of glass shattered throughout my hair. My breathing was quick and rapid, the blood rushing to my cheeks and brain. I heard the shuffling of feet, then someone dropping to their knees and peering into the Jeep, "Ma'am? Ma'am, are you okay?"

I squeezed my eyes even tighter before turning to the voice, peeling my eyes open and staring at the man beside me. My voice was caught in my throat, and all I could do was nod.

"I'm going to call the police, alright? Hold tight!" He stood back onto his feet and rushed off, I could barely hear the conversation from where I stood.

I swallowed hard and looked up, staring at the roof of the car and the asphalt of the road, along with blood and shattered glass. My breath was shaky as I looked over to the drivers side, only seeing an empty seat. Where was Pamela? Voice still caught in my throat, with trembling hands, I released my seat belt. I collapsed onto the roof of the car, the aching feeling arising in my chest and ribs. I coughed up blood and rolled out the passenger window, exhausted. I took note of the shattered dash. Please tell me that wasn't from Pam.

"What are you doing?" The man from before questioned, "Sit still, you need to wait till the paramedics get here-"

"My friend." I coughed, "Her name is Pamela, she has glasses and black hair."

I could hear the sirens approaching from behind and my head felt like it was filled with air. I took a deep breath before I scanned my environment. Pamela's jeep was upside down, the front of the vehicle completely smashed in. In front of the jeep, a logging truck. We must've crashed into it. I had been distracting her. It was my fault.

A hand was then placed onto my shoulder, then a flashlight into my eyes. I shook my head and waved away the paramedic, "Where is Pamela?" They didn't answer me as they laid me down onto the stretcher, silently loading me into the ambulance. An oxygen mask was then placed over my nose and mouth. The EMT's were talking over each other and they placed an IV and loaded me up with drugs. My eyes felt heavy, and I could only think about Pamela.

-

When I awoke, I took note of the pain that was resting in my head and ribs. It was hard for me to catch my breath, as breathing deeply would cause a pain to crack in my chest. I swallowed hard and looked around, then catching a glance of the whiteboard that rested on the wall

NAME: (Y/N) (L/N)

ATTENDING: Dr. Reese

PROCEDURE: Frontal Brain Bleed, Broken Ribs, Bruised Spleen

No wonder my whole body ached. My throat was dry. I tried to shuffle in my bed so I could lean up and call a nurse, but it sent a shock down my body, causing me to yelp in pain.

"Hey, hey, hey!" A voice called. Caught by surprise, I jerked my head to the side, causing dizziness to follow.

It was Damien.

He looked relieved for a moment before he pulled the chair up next to me, smiling, "Sit still won't you for once?" I smiled back at him for a moment before he brought a straw to my lips, allowing me to gulp down the water that rested in the cup. He then gently brushed the hair from my face, "I'm so glad to see you." His hand rested in mine, using his thumb to gently rub the bruised skin.

"Where's Mia?" I asked, not wanting to ruin this bittersweet moment.

"I left her," He answered, "I broke it off, I didn't want to be with her anymore."

I tried to hide my smile as I rolled my head to face the opposite side of the room. I noticed the baggy on the bedside table that held my bloodied clothes. Pamela.

"Damien." I trembled, "Where's Pamela? Did they find her?"

His expression then saddened for a moment before he shook his head and tried to smile once more, "We can talk about that later, alright?"

Something inside of me wanted to urge on, but I decided not to. I carefully leaned up in the bed -with the help from Damien, "What exactly happened?"

Damien didn't seem happy with my line of questioning, but opened his mouth to speak anyways, "You collided with the back of a semi truck. Your head hit the dash, and the vehicle rolled a couple times before coming to a stop. A bystander said you crawled out of the car, and collapsed shortly after."

"And Pamela?"

"(Y/N), please. I don't think you're ready to have that conversation yet-"

"She's dead, isn't she?" I interrupted with a coldness in my voice. Damien closed his brown eyes, swallowing hard as if he were trying to calm himself. As if he was trying to hold a steadiness in his voice. He grasped at my hand and squeezed it before answering, "Yes, Pamela is dead."

"What happened to her?"

"The impact caused her to go through the windshield. The doctors and EMT said that she was dead on scene, she didn't feel anything."

I sat in my own thoughts for a moment, slowly processing what I was told, but I already knew of this. I shouldn't have been distracting her like I did. She told me to stop talking about his ex-wife, and I ignored it, because of my rising insecurity.

Damien had snapped me back into reality, after placing a gentle kiss onto my forehead, "The doctor is going to be in shortly, he's going to discuss your long-term care."

I stared at him with confusion. How could he be okay right now? Pamela -a friend and coworker- had just died. He seemed so okay. Was he just doing that for me? Or did he really not care?