Magcon Preferences and Imagines

Taylor Caniff imagine ❤️ Part 2

Recap
Then it all went black
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Taylor's P.O.V
I was mad at myself. I didn't mean to call her a slut. I was being stupid. I don't want to loose her. I need her back.
Soon my thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing.
"Hello" I said.
"Is this Taylor Caniff?" The person asked.
"Yes,who is this"
"I am sorry to say that y/n has been in a car crash. She is in St.Alphonsus hospital. If you would like to come." They said.
"Yes, I will be right there." I quickly hung up and ran to my car.
It was my fault she crashed. It's my fault that she is in the hospital. It's my fault that she is hurt. It's all MY fault.
I quickly drove there and parked. I ran inside.
"What room number is y/f/n    y/l/n in." I yelled.
"Sir, I am gonna need you to cal-"
"I can't calm down, can you please tell me what room number she is in. " I said in a calmer voice.
"The young lady is in room 138 in the 3rd floor. She is also in a coma. I am sorry."
I quickly ran to the elevator and ran to her room. I slid the curtain and there she was.
Her bruised,pale,still body.
'All of this is my fault' I thought. I sat next to her.
"If I wouldn't of called her a slut wouldn't be here. All of this is my fucking fault." I said.
"It's all my fucking fault." I said louder.
"All my fault" I said while punching the sofa in the room.
I calmed down and sat next to her. I have heard that when someone is in a come they can still hear. So I gave it a shot.
"Hey baby, I am sorry. I never meant what I said. I am stupid for calling you a slut. I love you, I really do. All of this is my fault. You don't deserve this. I should be here, not you. I feel horrible. I l-love you. I hate myself. I hate how I caused this. Baby, if you can hear me, give me a sign. Please.You mean the world to me. I don't want to loose you. If I loose you, I don't know what I would do. I would be am mess, I already am a mess!" I sobbed.
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Your P.O.V
All I can see is black.
'Where am I'
'Why am I here'
'What happened'
My thoughts were interrupted my by someone walking in.
"If I wouldn't of called her a slut wouldn't be here. All of this is my fucking fault"  they said. I knew exactly who it was Taylor.
I wanted to open my eyes so bad, but u couldn't. I couldn't move. I was trapped.
"It's all my fucking fault" he said.
"All my fault" he said while punching something.
I wanted to tell him it wasn't. That I was alright, but I couldn't.
"Hey baby, I am sorry. I never meant what I said. I am stupid for calling you a slut. I love you, I really do. All of this is my fault. You don't deserve this. That should be me, not you. I feel horrible. I l-love you. I hate myself. I hate how I caused this. Baby, if you can hear me, give me a sign. Please. You mean the world to me. I don't want to loose you. If I loose you, I don't know what I would do. I would be am mess, I already am a mess!" he said while crying.
'You have to try y/n! You have to move.' I thought. I gave it all the strength I had and tried to move. I tried so hard.
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Taylor's P.O.V
After a little while, I fell asleep holding her hand.
"Taylor, baby, wake up."
"Five more minutes" I said.
"I guess you don't want any kisses or cuddles, but that's okay."
"I'm up,I'm up! Wait, what. You were in a coma. Now you are he-what!" I said confused, obviously but hugged her tightly.
"I was, but I'm here now, and it's not your fault. Please don't blame yourself." Y/n said.
"I am extremely sorry baby. I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you again. Do you forgive me?" I said pulling away from the hug to look at her beautiful face.
"Yes, I forgive you. But please, never accuse me of something. Hear me out first, then we will take it from. Okay?" She pecked my lips.
"Okay." I said kissing her. We kissed for a while.
'God how much I love this girl.' I thought.
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Sucky ending...
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