Stop signs were there for a reason. When a drunk driver avoids that one sign, someone gets hurt, and that someone was you. Members of the public had called 911, but you sat in your car, lifeless, bruises and cuts. Your heart rate was slowly going down and you almost died on your way to the hospital. Corbyn, your boyfriend, had been frantically calling you and a paramedic chose to answer it while you were shifted into the emergency room.
"Y/N where are you?" Corbyn asked, out of breath as if he'd been searching for you.
"I'm afraid I'm not Y/N son. My name is Dr Kennett, Y/N got hit by a drunk driver and is in the emergency room at Cedars Sinai medical center." He announced and just like that, Corbyn felt like his heart rate was the one slowing down. His phone fell to the floor, along with himself. Jonah caught him before he had hurt himself.
"Bro what's going on?" Jack asked, panicked at his best friend. Corbyn began crying, while taking his now cracked phone and ordering an Uber to the hospital.
"Y/N's been in a car accident, a drunk driver hit her. I don't even want to call it an accident because I know she's a safe driver and..." He started sobbing. The others felt tears fall from their eyes too, you were like their sister. No-one talked on the way to the hospital, all they did was cry.
"Where's doctor Kennett? Is there a doctor Kennett anywhere?" Corbyn began shouting through the reception, immediately a doctor came rushing over.
"Where is she? Where's my Y/N?" He was shaking now. Dr Kennett frowned, ushering for the boys to follow him, but they soon regretted it when they saw your pale, fragile body hooked up to wires.
"We managed to pull the glass from her body, the other driver was pronounced dead on scene. Y/N suffers a concussion, both legs and right arm are broken, along with four of her ribs." The doctor then excused himself. Corbyn sat by your bed, his hand locked protectively with yours. Nothing hurt him more than to see you like this, he never imagined you being on a life support machine either.
"I shouldn't have let you go, you wouldn't be in this mess." Corbyn whispered. It was as if all the happiness in his body had been drained.
"She'll pull through." Jack mumbled.
"Don't say what you don't know Jack, look at her, look at my baby." He said before crying again. It was going to be a long road for recovery.
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Why Don't We Imagines
FanfictionI've been into doing imagines, I couldn't resist a why don't we series.