*(Y/n) POV*
You try and take a deep breath, but the car door was crushing you to the console. It had hit you at and angle slightly from the back. Your back was being pushed forward and it felt like you had a couple broken bones.
You fight the years in your eyes and clench them shut trying to block out the pain. You cough a few times which doesn't help much. The airbags hadn't went off but there was still dust flying everywhere.
You try and crane your neck to look over and see if Mitch was alright, ignoring the pain. You see him cough a couple times and look over at you, his eyes widening. "God, (y/n). Are you okay?" He says, trying not to move.
You cant even nod your head or say anything so he takes it as a no from the looks of things. Your right leg was stuck along with your right arm and you were bending over so much your body was an acute angle.
He pulls out his phone and dials 911. He gives them the information and hangs up, but you see the other person who rammed into you start to drive away. You breathe enough to let out a slew of cuss words.
Mitch looks over at you concern in his eyes. He scoots closer and grabs your free hand. "They should be here soon." He says. And as Soon as he says thag you hear sirens. A split second later Mitch climbs out and a fireman starts asking him about what happens. Another one one walks over to you side and starts to talk to you, telling you what they would do.
Until then you hadn't noticed that the window had broken and glass was everywhere. Including in your thighs and arms. After explaining he starts to take a crowbar to the door. It takes a minute but he finally get the door off of the car.
You let out a whimper of pain as he picks you up and sets you on the gurney they had ready. The man tells your husband would meet you at the hospital, because they were taking him in his own ambulance, just in case. You try and smile but it comes as more of a grimace. It sounded weird to someone referring to you as married when you weren't. But you new why mitch had said you were married.
By the time you've made it into the ambulance you had a headache from all of the lights and sirens. You try and push he sounds away and close your eyes, eventually falling into a peaceful sleep.
~~one hour later
You open your eyes to the medics opening the doors and rolling you into the emergency room. They weren't moving too fast so you couldn't have been hurt that bad. But your body was telling you otherwise.
They pull you into a room and close the door. One of the men comes over and sits down next to you. You could tell he was a policeman because if the uniform. He starts to ask you information about yourself and you almost forget to tell them your last name was Grassi, because if you didn't they would find out.
You continue to give him information and eventually he stops asking. "Thank you for your time Mrs. Grassi." He says, exiting the room. Mrs. Grassi. You could get used to that.
About an hour later they had taken all the tests and x-rays they needed to and you were back in your room.
The nurse comes over to your bedside. He looked to have been a few years older than you. "Hello Mrs. Grassi. I'm Joseph. I've got your list of medical problems right here. Would you like to know what they are?" He ask. You smirk. "Will if give me a heart attack to know?" He laughs at you comment and reads them off anyways.
"You have a broken tailbone, you bottom rib on the right side is fractured, your right shoulder socket got dislocated in the collision, but we fixed that on the way here. It will most likely be sore for a while. You have a small fracture in the right forearm, and your right leg is also fractured. And there was only one wound we needed to stitch up. Your lower thigh had a deep cut in it from a shard of glass."
You let a put a groan. You couldn't deal with all of this. But you would have to. "How long do I need to stay in the hospital?" You ask. He looks through his forms for a minute before answering. "You should probably stay here for around 5 days. I would say you could leave in about two, but a fractured rib is quicker to heal when in the hospital."
You close your eyes. Compared to how much pain you were in you shouldn't have been worried about the premiere, but you were. You were going to miss it. All because some stupid idiot and ran a red light. "Dang it."
"Anything wrong?" He asks. You look up at him. "I have a movie premiere im supposed to be at tomorrow night."
"Ooh. Sorry you have to miss it. But your health is more important." You groan. "I know. I know. It still sucks. My friends are going to be worried. Can I have a few calls?" He nods his head and grabs the landline from the room and hands it to you. "All yours. You husband will be in here with you soon. I'm going to get him now." You nod you thanks and dial (fr/n) number first.
She picks up almost immediately. "Hey (y/n)! Whatcha need?" She asks. You sigh. "Wait. Is something wrong?"
"Can you come to the hospital closest to my old neighborhood? You remember which one that is don't you?" She gives a noise of acknowledgement. "Me and Mitch go rammed into by some idiot who ran a red light. I'm going to have to stay in the hospital for a while. Can you bring me some of my normal stuff I might need?"
You hear her gasp. "I'm guessing your okay since I'm talking to you right know." She says. You answer yes and after a minute of making sure she had the right hospital you hang up. The next people you needed to calk would be Ben and Tom.
After about 3 minutes on the phone with Ben, who let's you know that Tom is with him, you had informed them on everything. "Oh lord (y/n). I'm so sorry you won't be able to make it. We can head there right now if you want."
"Ranks for the sympathy but I have a limit and in a few minutes I'll have two people in the room, not including me."
"Okay. Call us if you need anything. We will see you soon. Get well. Bye." You say goodbye and put the phone on the little nightstand, sighing. You try and find a comfortable position to lay without hurting yourself, and eventually find a way. You lay on your left side facing away from the door.
About 5 minutes after you close your eyes you hear he door gently open and close. You keep your eyes closed as a dip in the bed forms. "Hey sweetheart. You feeling okay?" He asks. You smile and turn around to face Mitch's concerned face.
"They didn't tell you what all's wrong with me did they?" He shakes his head no. "Fractured tailbone, fractured forearm, fractured right leg, stitches in my lower right thigh, and a fractured rib." His eyes widen with each diagnosis. "You don't sound okay."
"I'm not really. Bug they must have me on enough pain meds to keep it from hurting. I have to stay here for about 5 days." He grabs your hand. "I'm so sorry we can't make it to the premiere." You force a smile. "It'll be okay." You lie. It honestly sucked but you weren't going to show how depressed in front of your "husband."
"So...Mr. and Mrs. Grassi huh."
