𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 | Fem reader x Gojo Satoru

Ubiquitous

"I... I don't even know what to say..." Utahime says to me as she stands by the side of my hospital bed. I give her an unimpressed look in response.

"It's cursed. My love life is cursed, there's no denying it now." I state, fully accepting my fate. Utahime remains quiet in response, struggling to find the correct words to reconcile me.

"Do they know who..." She begins and I nod.

"Drunk driver, the police came in yesterday to tell me they've arrested him already."

"When are you getting out?" She asks me with a pained expression.

"As soon as they unhook me from these machines I'm making a bid for freedom out that window." I say to her as I gesture to the IV in my hand. Utahime's expression softens as she sees I'm not completely depressed. "But seriously, I have to get back to work."

"Work should be the last thing on your mind right now." She says. "What I can't believe though, is that Satoru drove you to the hospital." She says and I cringe, reminded of the fact he had to rescue me. "Why are you making that face?" She asks me and I shake my head at her.

"It's so embarrassing." I admit and she lets out a laugh of disbelief.

"You don't have to act all strong all the time, you can accept help from other people you know..." She says and I roll my eyes at her, unfortunately spurring on her psychoanalysis further. "I see you're not awful physically, but what about mentally? How are you feeling?" She asks and I give her a rather blank expression.

How do I feel? That's a good question that I don't really know the answer to.

"I accepted help from you by allowing you to set me up on this date and look where that's got me..." I joke, ignoring her question.

"Don't avoid your emotions. How are you feeling?" She asks again, ignoring my attempt to lighten the mood.

"I'm-" I begin to answer her question when the door to the hospital room opens and a nurse enters, informing both me and Utahime that after a few further tests, I'll be free to go home.

Post-tests and positive results, we both struggle into Utahime's car (well, Utahime struggles) I'm using my broken arm as an excuse not to carry any of my stuff. As we drive through the streets of central London, I watch as the Christmas lights pass by through the window. It's night time now, telling me that I've been in the hospital for exactly two days. That's two days worth of work to catch up on.

Finally pulling up in front of my house I step out of the car as Utahime does the same.

"Thanks for driving me." I tell her and she nods before grabbing my bags out of the boot of her car. She carries them in for me as we enter my home. As I walk in, I see reminders of what I was doing before the accident. My perfume bottle is on the table by the door, two different purses are scattered across my couch as I remember trying them on with my outfit, deciding which would go best for my date. I laugh at the trivial things I thought of, only for them to be completely insignificant less than half an hour later.

It all feels, surreal.

When Utahime asked me how I felt, I really didnt know how to answer. I still don't know. I can't remember the moment I was hit, it's as if I'm some kind of omniscient being, watching myself go through this. I feel... out of control.

"Y/n?" Utahime calls from the kitchen and I drop the purse in my hand back onto the sofa, turning my attention to her as I do so. "Wanna order pizza?" She asks, poking her head round the door to look at me as a smile spreads across my face.

A few minutes later I sit with Utahime on my couch, mid bite of pizza with my only working arm.

"I was wondering if you could please give me Satoru's number." I tell her out of the blue and she looks over to me from the trashy movie we're watching.