Twenty One Pilots One Shots

t.j. | Accident

This was requested by the actual bean captain_rae_mccall <3

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"You don't understand what it's like, okay! I can't just 'be happy', it doesn't work like that!"

The two of you were crying and shouting so loud you were sure the neighbors could hear you.

"I know, Tyler, but- I mean, for fuck's sake! I'm your girlfriend! I don't expect you to completely erase years of depression in an instant, but you should at least lighten up a little, right? I'm not the happiest person either, alright. I've lived with you for the past two years and I've seen you everyday. Now, weeks go by and I don't see you- you can't just expect me to get over that. My boyfriend is never here and when he is here, he's the fucking embodiment of a 2009 emo throwback!"

He laughed at your joke, but dismissed it. "You think I'm not affected by never seeing my girlfriend? Maybe I can't cheer up because I know it's inevitable I'll have to leave again!"

"Well how about this, Tyler, how about I leave this time, okay? Throw your fucking pity party. Don't call me."

With that, you slammed the door to your apartment and two-times it down the stairs. Your keys jingled in your hands as you unlocked your car door.

You drove. You didn't have a destination, but it was snowy outside, and driving was nice and quiet.

Your phone buzzed in the passenger seat and, seeing as the road ahead was clear, you picked it up.

You had seven missed calls.

You fumbled with the lock screen as you tried to listen to open any voicemails he had sent you.

All of a sudden, you heard the sound of cracking glass muffled by a car horn and felt an intense amount of pressure from impact settle into your ribcage. Everything was black.

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Everything was quiet, but you could barely make out voiced and the soft sounds of equipment ticking.

"The approximate time of the accident was between 9:15pm and 9:30pm. The patient has suffered from minor injuries and should be completely recovered in a month or so. Moderate bruising on the left side of the face, right upper thigh, and both ankles. A gash about a quarter of an inch deep is on the upper left bicep. Vital systems are all in check other than blood pressure, but that's normal in this case."

Someone was scribbling something down as the woman spoke. You could feel someone lifting your arm and inspecting your bruises.

"...heart rate is normal, breathing patterns are normal..."

You began to feel things more and more as you woke up. There was an IV stuck in your left hand and you had a bandage around your bicep.

"Oh my God, oh my God!"

The woman sighed. "And that must be the boyfriend."

The man got louder. It was Tyler.

"Oh my God!"

You had never heard him say God before. He always says goodness or gosh.

"Oh my God,"

"Mr. Joseph?"

"Uh, yeah that's me. Is she okay? Is everything alright? Oh my God, I-"

"Mr. Joseph, I can assure you everything is okay. Minor bruising on the face and legs, and a small gash on the bicep, but she will be absolutely fine."

Tyler let out a sigh and sat down in the visitor's seat next to the bed.

You felt him take your right hand in his gently to hold it.

"I'm so sorry, oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just miss you and it's hard for me to express it."
He didn't know you were awake.
"I love you and I'm so glad you're safe."

You opened your eyes slowly and decided to mess with him.
"Do I know you?"

Tyler's face went white.
"Oh my God, no, no, oh my God-"

"I'm just fucking with you."

He sighed and looked at the ceiling briefly. "Geez."

"I know you're sorry. I'm sorry too. I miss you a lot too and I'm glad to see you for a while. Thank you for visiting me."

"I wouldn't even think about staying home. I'm so glad you're okay."