Scared of Love ♥️

Dwelling on experiences

"He can get hurt?"

Those words repeated in Blitz's mind as he saw Stolas being carried away into the hospital. All the people surrounding had overwhelmed him, and he had suddenly felt tired and dizzy.

"SIR!" Moxxie screamed at Blitzø

"Huh.. the fuck you want Moxxie?"

"You okay Blitz? You're acting strange." Millie said, concerned.

"I'm fine, let's go now. Loona is waiting in the car, and I'm tired as hell."

He jumped in the car before M&M could say anything, and sped off back to I.M.P.

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*Back at I.M.P*

"You sure you're okay, Sir?" Moxxie asked, his worried wife leaning on his shoulder.

Blitzø rolled his eyes. "I already told you, I'm fine fuck-face. And close up for me, will ya? I have to go take Loonie back home so she can rest up and heal."

Millie stepped up. " You sure you're okay, Blitzø? You've been acting a little strange ever since we-" She was quickly cut off by Blitzø, saying "How many times do I have to fucking tell you all I'm fine? Nothing is wrong."

He didn't want to think about what just happened with Stolas. With that, Blitzø left the room, and walked back to the car where his daughter was waiting. They drove off and once they arrived home they went to their separate rooms. Blitzø sat on the couch and began to reflect on what had happened. He started to think about the 'what if's.'

What if he had actually been there to save him? What if M&M didn't get there in time? What if Stolas hates him? What if he had never even met Stolas to begin with? What if Stolas were better off without him? What if-

His thoughts spiraled deeper into a whirlwind of uncertainty, each 'what if' creating a ripple effect of hypothetical scenarios within his mind. He was soon brought back to reality by a portrait that fell from its once hanging spot. (Hm, hanging.) He went over and picked it up, seeing his face scribbled out with marker.

He placed it down and checked his phone. It had only been a couple of hours since the whole thing, that time which Blitzø spent criticizing himself. He wouldn't realize it until later, but he really missed Stolas. Visiting hours were about to be over. With that, Blitzø grabbed his jacket and sprinted out the door. He got his keys and drove as fast as he could. He sped across the highways of Hell, with an uncertain feeling in his stomach. He was not prepared for what he was about to see. When he got to the hospital, he ran and climbed to his room so as not to be noticed by staff. When he got there, the room was dimly lit, and Stolas was asleep. He turned to look at Stolas and froze once he saw him covered in bandages and a cast. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, Stolas was hurt? He felt a sense of guilt overwhelm him as he stood there, trying to digest what he was seeing.

One teardrop...

Two teardrops....

"This is a-all my fault."

He must have said that a little too loud because Stolas started to wake up after that.

"Blitzy, is that you?"

Using his magic, he turned on the lights.

"Blitz, you came! I'm so happy to see you!"

A/N:

If you got this far then I hope you enjoyed a little bit of this story! Please give me ideas because I'm not so sure what to do, I'm very open for suggestions if anyone would like a request for a chapter! I hope you have a great day/afternoon/night, and remember to take care of yourself. Byeee!