Prompt #10

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Prompt- Do a prompt for 'He's My Dork' of Misha's getting in a car accident and almost dies.. BUT DOESN'T and lives to annoy Collie another day. And Collie's upset over Misha's accident 

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​I rushed down the hallway and nearly slammed into Misha's dad. Mr. Redner steadied me, holding me back before I could burst into the hospital room.

​"Collie!" he said. "Collie, calm down, wait a minute!"

​"Misha," I said insistently. "I have to see Misha!"

​"I know, I know! Just listen to me!" he said. I could tell he had been crying before, but his eyes were dry now. They were red and he looked shaken and exhausted, but if he wasn't hysterical, then Misha couldn't be too badly injured.

​I'd gotten a call from Misha's father that Misha had been in a bad car accident and was in the hospital. I didn't know all the details, but I rushed over as fast as I could to see him.

​"Misha is going to be alright. I talked to the doctor. He's just got bruises and cuts from the impact. Misha was thrown out of the car when it crashed, and he's lucky nothing got broken. But the doctor said if he hadn't been thrown from the car, he probably would've..." He looked away, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Thank god he's going to be okay." He shook his head a little. "They're keeping him over night just to be safe. He's pretty shaken up, but he's a brave, tough kid. He's strong about it."

​"I want to see him," I said, feeling a little desperate.

​"Come on." He placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me into Misha's room.

​Misha was lying in bed, eyes closed. His mom was sitting next to him, stroking his hair with a shaky hand. Emma sat next to her mom, fidgeting with a ring on her finger.

​"Misha?" I said, hating how choked my voice sounded.

​He opened his eyes and looked over at me. He gave me a weak smile. His face was horribly bruised and cut up.

​"Sorry I wasn't home in time to make you dinner. I hope you didn't burn the apartment down," he said.

​I wasn't even aware of my legs carrying me over to him. I just knew that I was suddenly hugging him, trying to be careful since I knew he was basically a living bruise.

​"I'm okay," he mumbled against my ear, hugging me back. "I'll be fine."

​"You could've died," I whispered, feeling my eyes water. "You would've died if you hadn't gotten thrown from the car."

​"I'm going to recover, Collie," he promised, kissing my cheek. He looked horribly scared from the accident, yet he was trying to comfort me. Typical Misha.

​"He'll be out of school for a week or two," Mrs. Redner said, clearing her throat as she started to get choked up. "But the doctor said he'll heal. No permanent damage." She reached out to stroke his hair again.

​"I love you," I mumbled, kissing Misha hard.

​He blushed and smiled at me. "I love you too, Collie. Please, I'm fine. Don't look so scared." He reached up, brushing away a tear I hadn't even been aware of shedding.

​"You can stay home until you're better," Mrs. Redner said.

​"No." Misha shook his head, wincing a little. "No, I'll be fine at the apartment!"

​"I'll take care of him," I said seriously.

​"We'll come look after him while you're at school," Mr. Redner said, giving a weak smile at his son.

​Emma kicked my leg. "Take care of my brother!" she said sternly. Her eyes were red from crying.

​I sat next to Misha on his bed, holding his hand. He shifted his head into my lap, looking exhausted.

​"Sleep," I said, running my fingers through his hair.

​"Thanks for being here," he said, closing his eyes.

​"I love you. I'm so glad you're okay," I said, squeezing his hand.

​"He's been so tired since we got here," Mrs. Redner said, wiping at her eyes. "Oh, I'm so glad he's okay. I'm so damn glad he's okay."

​Misha was fast asleep, curled up with his head in my lap. I continued to comfortingly run my fingers through his hair.

​My heart was still beating wildly. I could've actually lost Misha today. My boyfriend could've died. Misha could've been killed just driving home from work, something he did almost every day.

​I had never felt so impossibly happy in my entire life that he was here, that I could feel his breath against my leg as he slept. I loved him so much. I never wanted to lose Misha.


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