Josh Dun Imagines And Preferences ✅

An unwanted trip to A&E

A/N: In this story, there's a character that I've created who's called Mitchell. He's kinda like my inner demon/a coping mechanism that I use. I've written an entire book revolving around him, which is called Jet Black Heart, which explains more about him. Enjoy the story.

"I think you've got to A&E," my husband, Josh, says to me, after I've had my third dizzy spell within three days (one per day). He shoots me an anxious look. I nod, looking down at the ground, my heart racing; I hate A&E.
"O-Ok," I stutter, throwing myself into packing mode, and start to pack up a bag of a much-needed hospital survival kit. I pack my iPad, my phone/iPad charger, my lunch, a couple of books, my earphones, and some money in case I need to buy something.
"Hey, Y/N," I hear my brother-in-law, Jordan, say, entering me and Josh's bedroom. I turn around, and smile at him.
"Heya, Jordan," I say, my voice laced with sadness.
"I'm going to drive you to the hospital," he says, swinging the car keys in his hand.
"You ready?" Josh asks me, joining Jordan in the doorway, giving me a small smile. I nod, picking up my rucksack, and putting it on my back.
"Let's go!"

***

"Right, I'll find a parking space whilst you and Josh head in," Jordan instructs us as he pulls up outside the doors to A&E.
"That's cool, man," Josh says, getting out of the car. I, meanwhile, hesitate, not wanting to go into the hospital doors as I know that I'll be entering Hell on Earth.
"You ok, Y/N?" Jordan asks me. I shake my head, but get out, and Josh takes my bag.
"See you soon, brother," Josh says, and Jordan drives off, leaving us alone. Josh squeezes my hand, and we walk off, heading towards the door. My body is screaming at me to run, but I keep on walking, although as soon as I cross the threshold into the waiting room, I'm wondering if I've still got time to run off. But I still find myself walking up to the front desk, explaining what's wrong and my personal details, and then me and Josh sit down in the waiting room.
"You'll be ok," Josh says, but I can hear the uncertainty in his voice.
"You'll never win!" A very familiar deep voice in my head sneers at me.
Of COURSE, once I head back into a place which hold my darkest moments/memories, I have to go back into that same dark mentality as well.
"Joshy, I'm scared," I whimper, holding onto him, smelling his aftershave.
"I know, love, but we'll hopefully get seen by a doctor soon."

***

Around 20 minutes later, I get called by a nurse. We go through the same questions again, and then I get a blood test.
That's when I start panicking.
"I-I need my music," I say to no one in particular. I see the nurse start to prepare the needle, and my heart starts racing.
"Don't they look familiar, Princess?" The voice in my head asks, and I swear I can picture him smirking at me. Josh gently tells the nurse to wait as he untangles my earphones, and plugs them into my phone. I shakily choose a random song, which turns out to be 'Walls Could Talk' by Halsey. I listen to it, and then feel a sharp pain as the needle pierces my skin, and I watch the test tubes quickly fill with blood.
"That's the quickest time I think I've ever seen them fill with blood," I chuckle, and Josh squeezes my shoulder.
"I'm just going to give it a flush now," the nurse says as she flushes ice cold water into the cannula and it shoots up my arm. I freeze, and a flashback memory happens of me getting the exact same flush when I was extremely ill in hospital when I was 16.
Then I burst in tears, and the nurse looks shocked at me. Josh looks startled, and then hugs me as I sob into his t-shirt.
"Hey, baby, what's wrong?" He asks me. I explain what happened, and I hear him explain to the nurse that I just got a memory from a very bad time.
"You're MINE now," the voice of doubt says triumphantly.
"Calm down, babe, you've gotta have an ECG, and you don't want your heart rate to be all crazy!" Josh wipes away my tears, and I head off to have the ECG. I calm myself down by thinking about me and Josh's wedding day, and I realise that today we've been married for 360 days.
"Almost a year," I think to myself, smiling a little.