I Can't Do This Without You (Sam Drake x Reader)

Fiancee?

You woke up in a hospital room with nothing but an aching headache, and a strange pressure on your hand. The walls were painted in a neutral blue with hard wooden floors running to the door. In Front of you was a TV, a table with several cards scattered along, and a few flowers. You looked to your left and saw a man holding your hand tightly while sleeping on the side of the firm bed you rested on.

You tried to shake off the hand but you were too weak. Your movement didn't disturb the man, but you were trying to locate the possible exits of the room. 'Did...did he kidnap me?' You then tried to push away, realizing a cord was plugged into your skin. 'Shit! What is this?'

You then pushed your head to the strange bag it was hooked up to and sunk your teeth into the cord, tugging it out of your skin. While you did this, your skin brushed up against the rough, paper like tarp hanging on your body. It was a hospital gown, no doubt. "What the fuck?!" You tried to scream, but it was nothing more than a whisper.

The man then moved to your noises, looking up to you. Brown locks of hair shifted from his face, letting his olive skin shine through. As you looked at him, your stomach knotted up. He was undescribably handsome, especially for someone who just woke up.

"Y/N...Y/N?! You're awake?! Oh my god Y/N, I missed you so much." The man then plunged his arms around your sides, pulling you in tightly. You tried to push his arms away, but he was far to strong for you to even move a muscle. "I'll be right back, okay? I'll be right back."

The man dashed to the door, opening it to a hall of white tiles and white walls. Now, you were positive that it was a hospital. 'That man must be my nurse; he's probably grabbing the doctor,' you thought to yourself. You then tried to reach down for the cord you unplugged from your body, wishing you didn't take it out.

The nurse returned to you only moments after, with another nurse, but she was in the proper outfit. "Miss Y/N, good morning!" You looked at the woman wearing blue clothes draped over her body. You looked at her, "uh, good morning."

"Your voice is very faint, how does it feel when you talk?"

"Its...sore."

"Alright, Mr. Drake would you get her some water?" The nurse opened a cabinet, taking out a paper cup from it and handing it to Mr. Drake. He then left the room with a pat on your feet.

"How's your stomach?"

"I'm a bit hungry."

"No no," she laughed, sitting down on the side of your bed, folding both hands on her lap. The nurse mumbled something of your diet but it was too quiet for you to hear. "The stalagmite incident, I mean."

You laughed, "stalagmite? You guys need better medical terms. A stalagmite is a--"

"Y/N, do you not remember?"

You sat on the bed, clueless. 'Stalagmites? I doubt something happened with crystals. I don't do any shit like that, I'm not some rock-eologist.'

In the corner of your eye, Mr. Drake stood at the door's frame. He dared not to enter, not when he just heard that you don't remember. "Alright, uh," the nurse put her hand on your thigh, shaking it softly, "no need to answer. Oh, rats," she said uncomfortably, as if she was acting, "I forgot to mark down your fiancée's name! What was it again?"

"Fiancée?!"

You nearly choked on your words, looking at your left hand for a ring. Sure enough, there it was. A silver ring encrusted with shimmering diamonds hugged the shaft of your index finger. You put a hand over your mouth, covering your gasp. Your eyes welded with tears, but you continued to blink them away. 'This isn't right...this isn't right!'

You looked up for reassurance, hoping it was just a silly joke though it most likely wasn't. The nurse had concern washed over her face, as if she realized you were worse off than she thought. Mr. Drake's hand was shaking, water dripping off the sides of the cup. His face was expressionless, but the corner of his mouth began to twitch, almost like he was about to cry.

"Y/N I will be right back. Mr. Drake, could I have a moment?", the nurse asked, standing up from her seat on the bed. He nodded, letting the nurse go outside of the room first. As he was about to leave, his pained eyes met yours. It wasn't just a glance, even you could tell that. He was trying to say something, but he couldn't. Breaking the connection, he left the room without a single word.