Bandom One-shots book 3

All My Fault (Vince Neil x Razzle)

The tires squealed as the car veered off course, the world outside spinning into a blur of headlights and screams. Then came the crash—a deafening explosion of metal and glass that echoed in my skull. My chest slammed into the steering wheel, the breath knocked out of me, but none of that mattered.

"Razzle!" I shouted, my voice tearing through the ringing in my ears.

I struggled to turn, ignoring the searing pain in my ribs. My hands clawed at the broken seatbelt as I twisted to see him.

He was slumped against the passenger door, blood streaming from a gash on his forehead. His lips were parted, his chest barely rising and falling.

"No, no, no." My hands shook as I reached for him, brushing shards of glass from his jacket. "Come on, man. Open your eyes. Say something!"

The distant wail of sirens grew louder, but it felt like they'd never get here. My mind was racing, heart pounding like a jackhammer in my chest.

"Don't you dare die on me, Razz. You hear me? Don't you fucking dare!"

When the paramedics arrived, everything blurred together—the flashing red and blue lights, the shouts of the EMTs, the metallic smell of blood. I was pulled away from the car, my protests drowned out by their orders.

I watched helplessly as they worked on him, their hands moving quickly, voices sharp. My vision swam, my knees threatening to buckle, but I refused to collapse.

I couldn't lose him.

The hospital waiting room was as cold and lifeless as I felt inside. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the pale green walls. My hands were clenched into fists, my knuckles white, but it didn't stop the shaking.

I paced back and forth, my boots echoing against the tile floor. I couldn't sit still. Not while Razzle was in there, fighting for his life.

"This is my fault," I whispered under my breath, the words heavy with guilt. "If I hadn't been drinking...if I hadn't insisted on driving..."

I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the strands as if the pain would pull me out of this nightmare.

Every time the doors opened, my heart leapt, only to sink again when it wasn't the doctor. Time felt like it was dragging, each second heavier than the last.

Finally, after what felt like hours, a doctor appeared. His expression was grim, but there was a flicker of relief in his eyes.

"He's stable," he said, his voice calm but cautious. "He's not out of the woods yet, but you can see him now."

The sight of Razzle lying in that hospital bed was enough to shatter me. He looked so fragile, so pale, his face covered in cuts and bruises. Machines beeped softly around him, the tubes and wires a stark reminder of how close I'd come to losing him.

I sank into the chair beside his bed, my body giving out under the weight of my guilt. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, my voice cracking. "This is all my fault."

I reached for his hand, careful not to disturb the IV. His fingers were cold, and the realization that I'd almost killed him hit me like a punch to the gut.

Sleep crept up on me as I sat there, my head resting against the edge of the bed. My dreams were filled with flashes of the crash—his blood, his lifeless body—and I woke up with a start, gasping for air.

Except this time, when I looked up, his eyes were open.

"Razzle?" I blinked, barely believing what I was seeing.

He gave me a weak smile, his voice hoarse. "Hey, Vince."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I leaned forward, my hand gripping his tightly. "You scared the hell out of me, man."

"Didn't mean to," he rasped, his voice soft but laced with humor.

I laughed through the tears, relief washing over me like a tidal wave. "God, I thought I lost you."

Razzle's gaze softened, his hand squeezing mine. "Still here."

I hesitated, my heart pounding for a different reason now. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I wasn't sure if I had the right to say them—not after everything I'd done.

"Razz...I need to tell you something."

He tilted his head slightly, his expression curious.

"I—" My voice faltered, but I pushed through. "I love you. I've loved you for a long time, and I don't care if it's crazy or if you don't feel the same. I just needed you to know."

For a moment, the room was silent except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Then Razzle's lips curved into the faintest smile.

"About time you said it," he murmured, his voice teasing but warm.

I blinked, stunned. "Wait—you...you knew?"

He chuckled softly, the sound weak but genuine. "Kind of hard to miss, Vince. And...for what it's worth, I love you too."

My heart felt like it might burst. I leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I'm gonna make this right," I whispered. "I promise you, Razz. I'm never letting you go."

He closed his eyes, his breathing evening out as he drifted back to sleep. I stayed by his side, my hand never leaving his.

Because this time, I wouldn't let him down.

~All My Fault~