Chris Martin One Shots (Coldplay)

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I stood in excitement backstage next to the guys' families as the night wore on. The lads were half way through their set and the lights dimmed down Kaleidoscope played in the background. I saw Chris' slim silhouette jogging towards me, grinning at me as he drew nearer, pulling his sweat and rain soaked blue and white t shirts over his head and handed them to me whilst he swapped them for white dry ones. Even in the dim lighting, I could see his adrenaline filled eyes glistening with excitement. He grabbed my hand in his and pecked my lips sweetly before turning and bouncing off, grabbing his guitar as Jonny played the intro to Charlie Brown. After that, Paradise was played.

As the Tiesto remix climaxed, Chris placed his guitar down and took off towards the extended stage at a full sprint, ignoring the torrential rain, dancing and spinning joyously to the beat, encouraging his fans to dance.

But when he turned to run back again, my blood ran cold as he slipped on the wet surface and lost his footing. The speed caused him to lose his balance and he fell backwards off the 10 foot high stage, hitting the ground below with a thud, causing a tone of feedback from his mic and screams from worried fans. He lay still on his side on the ground, shock overwhelming his body.

The band stopped playing, glancing worriedly at each other before joining  the crew as they rushed forward to his aid. In horror,I glanced at the big screen to see that he had rolled over onto his back. He was breathing rapidly, chest heaving with every breath with his face twisted in agony. His knees were bent but he held his  right leg off the ground. Then all view was cut off by the crew surrounding him.

I broke from my shocked state and sprinted down the steps towards them to see Guy jogging towards me, panic and worry etching his features.

"Guy, what's wrong with him?!" I screamed over the deafening noise of the crowd.

"They think he's broken his Ankle , quite badly I'd say.... but they aren't quite sure" he yelled, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him . "He's asking for you, c'mon!" He said, breaking into a run through the chaos towards my injured boyfriend.

As we approached him, I wish I could unsee the state he was in. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead and he was shaking in shock. He had become pale and his eyes looked wild and disoriented. I dropped down on my knees next to him, desperately trying not to cry as his eyes fixed their gaze on me.

"Y/N?" He gasped, instantly reaching out to grab my hand, clasping it tightly in his trembling one.

"Shhhh, It's ok, I'm here" I soothed, brushing his sweat soaked hair back from his face. He was absolutely soaked to the skin and was shivering violently. Jonny took his jacket off  and draped it over Chris' body. A ghost of a smile twitched Chris' lips in acknowledgment. But that was soon gone when he tried to shift himself. He cried out in pain before lowering himself to the ground again.

"Hey, hey don't try to move-  stay put." I told him, placing a hand on his chest to pin him down gently."The paramedics will be here any minute " I reassured him, hoping that I was right.

"I-it h-hurts so m-much... " he admitted, wincing as the pain intensified. He was still breathing irregularly and I looked up to see everyone's worried looks. They knew that he was seriously injured and we all felt helpless. I  then turned my head to see the paramedics approach us.

They immediately started examining him, and to his dismay, cut a leg of his favourite trousers up to his knee. Now being able to see his leg clearly, I could see why he was in so much pain. His ankle and lower leg were so swollen, the delicate bones weren't visible and looked extremely deformed. You could also see some shin bone pressing unnaturally against his skin, almost piercing through it. After some discussion, a paramedic finally spoke up.