"Shit" Ethan said. He sat on the couch with his phone and my feet on his lap.
"What?" I asked. Was something wrong with Hila?
"Austin is at the hospital" Ethan said.
"Why?"
"He ... was in a car accident" Ethan just said.
"Is it bad?" I asked. I did not want to hear the truth. He was such a nice guy. FUCK YOU KARMA, YOU DON'T EXIST.
"I don't know" he said. "He just woke up from coma after 34 hours. He texted me an hour ago" Ethan took his shoes on. "We need to go see if he's okay" he said.
"Aren't he replying?" I asked nervous.
"No" Ethan closed the jacket over his belly, and took his keys. I got my Vans on, and took one random jacket I saw hanging.
Why aren't he replying. He always replied to my texts so fast, and he's in a hospital bed, probably, so there isn't a lot to do. Maybe he is....
26 minutes later
"We want to see Austin Post" Ethan said to a lady behind a disk.
"Ouh. Mr. Post is not available in the moment. You can maybe come back later" she said.
Why *maybe*???
"No. We need to see him NOW!" Ethans voice got a little more serious and mad.
"You can't. He is in a Serious condition. You can give me your number, and I can update you" she said and closed the little window.
"Welp" I said.
"Come" Ethan said. We ran over to an elevator and Ethan tapped on number 21. "It is etage 21, in room 420" small sweat drops appeared on his forhead.
"Don't worry Ethan. He is fine" I said the last sentence to convince myself. I tried not to go in panic.
The elevator stopped and we ran out. Room 69... room 101...
"Why are we running?" I whispered in pain. Sport was not my thing. We stopped running. "Here" I said and pointed to a door with alot of nurses around it. "Are Austin Post in here" I asked.
"Only one can enter. He has a Serious condition" he said, just like the annoying lady. Ethan looked at me.
"It's fine" I said. He was like a happy poppy, and almost danced into Austin. I was a little jealous.
"Thank you (Y/n)" He opened the door, and I saw Austins face looking over at me. His eyes lighted up, but then the door closed and everything went silent. The other nurses walked away, and I sat on a little black chair.
"3pm. ...." I whispered.
"3:48pm. .." I whispered.
"4:36pm..." I whispered.
"5:58pm. ..." I whispered.
"7pm" I yelled down the hall.
There was no battery left on my phone. I just saw Austins tweet saying: hey guys. I'm at the hospital. I was in a car accident. I am ok.
He was not "ok". Ethan was not answering my texts. I couldn't do anything.
...
Finally someone opened the door. It was a nurse. He closed it again afterwards.
Well.
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Austin | Post Malone X Reader
Fanfiction(Y/n) (L/n) has a lot of famous contacts. The media drives her into a storm of eyes, that keeps looking at her - especially when she hugs the famous Post Malone or kisses the well-known Joji, also when she is running around in town with tears in her...
