Josh Hutcherson Imagines

He's in the Hospital

You’re driving as fast as you can to the hospital, even passing a few speed limits along the way. But you didn’t care about speeding at this moment.  You got a call earlier from Josh’s manager that he got injured in a stunt on set and ended up in the hospital.  That’s the only information you received from them.  You had no idea how bad the damage was and whether he was critical or not.  And it scared you to death.  You quickly parked and ran inside, immediately asking the receptionist where he was. “Room 21B, second floor,” She tells you without looking up. You quickly thank her and run around the desk looking for an elevator but end up finding a door that leads to stairs instead. “Great,” you mutter to yourself, but start running up the stairs anyways. “(Y/N)?” Someone calls over to you. You turn your head and face Connor, Josh’s brother. “Hey,” you greet him. “How is he?” “He’s pretty banged up, but the most serious was his wrist. Apparently he fell on it pretty hard back there,” He gives you a sympathetic look as he tells you this. “Okay, I can go see him right?” “Yeah, but he’s still asleep,” You nod and say your goodbyes, then continue running up the stairs until you find yourself in another hallway, running down it until you find a sign with 21B plastered on the outside. You pull yourself together and hope for the best, opening the door and finding Josh asleep on the bed.  You tried to keep from crying. Connor was right. He was pretty banged up. His arm was plastered in a cast and anything that wasn’t was covered in small purple bruises. He even had a small row of stitches on the side of his head. You walk closer to the bed, kneeling down beside it and take his hand, planting a small kiss on top of his bruised knuckles. “Hey (Y/N),” You look up and see Josh’s tired eyes looking at you. “Hey,” You give him a small smile, but it slowly fades away. “How do you feel?” “Everything hurts, really bad,” He groans, closing his eyes again. You stand up, about to leave. “You want me to come back? Call a nurse? Do you need anything?” You ask urgently. He gives you a small smile. “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine, you can stay,” He says.  You let a small tear drop down your cheek so you look away from him. “Hey, hey (Y/N),” You look back up at him, wiping any remaining tears from your eyes away. You kneel down again, placing your head in his lap and letting him stroke your hair. “Oh my God Josh I was so worried,” You say through your crying. “Don’t worry about me right now, I’m fine. Just a little busted up is all,” You smile and look back up again. He reaches up to wipe your tears away. “See? I’m still me, and we’re okay,” You nod, finally able to relax and put your head back down on his lap again for as long as you can.