Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Bad Vibes // Grayson Dolan

IDK if anyone's superstitious here, but I am. You'll read some of my personal superstitions here. -KudosDolan (just trust me here, you'll get why it's a Gray imagine and not E)

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You slammed your hand down on your alarm, quieting its annoying wail. With a groan of early morning effort, you roll out of bed. Your boyfriend, Ethan, flips to face you. He stares, virtually motionless,

"You're so pretty." He smiles tiredly and turns, his breathing leveling back out. You smile to yourself, grabbing the dice you had on your dresser. Rolling it, you breathe out, hoping for a high number. A 2 came up, your body going cold. A 2 was NOT good. A 2 meant it would be a 2 out of 6 day, a HORRIBLE day. You shake your fear, taking another deep breath. You step carefully into the bathroom, turning the light on. The bright light stunned you for a split second. You then remove all your shower items from the cabinets, putting them into their specific order (shaving cream, body wash, shampoo, then conditioner). A shattering noise sounded,

"Oh shit." Your thoughts whirl. Nothing in you and Ethan's room was broken, your next guess being the kitchen. A groan of pain echoed through the hallow hallway, fueling your movements. Seconds later, you're forced to stop. Glass was everywhere on the kitchen floor, Grayson standing in the middle of it all. His foot was bleeding and he was struggling to move. Your fear sits in the pit of your stomach,

"Grayson, stop moving. You're going to get the glass stuck in your foot." You attempt to hide the quiver on your voice. He glances up, tears in his eyes,

"Y/N, it. Hurts!" He limps, staggering to his left,

"Fuck!" He freezes. You hear another crunch. Glass was covering your only way into the kitchen. You looked for the broom, located in the very back of the kitchen. You tried to make sense of everything,

"Grayson. Do. Not. Move. I'm going to walk to the broom and clean up the glass. Then, we're going to go to the hospital. Got it?" You took a step forward, glass crunching, but not piercing skin. Your breathing hitches, each step you take provoking more of your anxiety. You take long strides, hoping to reach the broom safely. You finally get to the broom, sweeping glass immediately. You get everything out of the way, having to sweep around Gray,

"Sit on the counter and we'll get an ambulance." 

~Hospital [Time Stamp; 2 p.m.]~

Ethan got up as soon as you told him the news. You sat in the waiting room, prepared to go to Grayson's room. The doctor called your name, your reaction to immediately run to Grayson's room. He was sitting there, doctors swarming him. One turned to you and Ethan,

"Good news or bad news first?" She reached for tissues. Your eyes went wide,

"Pick one." You snatched the tissues. She sighed,

"His foot is fucked and full of glass. We have to perform emergency surgery, like, now or he could lose some toes. Possibly his whole foot." She started to turn. You throw the tissues down,

"And what's the fucking good news?!" You were fuming. She shrugged, unfazed,

"He won't die."

~After Surgery [Time Stamp; 3 p.m.]~ (Ethan's P.O.V)

I sat with Y/N in the waiting room, holding her as she rocked back and forth. She made sure to stay on my left side the whole day, probably because she got a bad number from her 'Daily Die'. I kissed her forehead,

"Babe, he's going to be okay. I promise." I looked her dead in the eyes. She jumped up,

"Don't fucking jinx it." She switched her bracelets, putting them on her left wrist. She untied and retied her shoes,

"I swear, what could've broken?" She sat back in her seat, gripping my hand. I shrugged,

"I don't know. Right now-" A nurse called our names. She dashed to Grayson's room, leaving me in her dust.

~Grayson's P.O.V~

I woke up, bright white light blinding me for a split second. Out of nowhere, Y/N crashed into the room, tripping over a chair. She froze, picking it back up and putting it on the left side of the room. She then stepped out of the room, flicked the lights 3 times and stepped back in,

"Are you okay?" She walked over, careful to place one foot in each tile that was in her path. I nodded,

"Yeah. You got a bad number on the die today?" My foot hurt like hell. She nodded,

"That's why I was planning on watching Ethan closely today because last time I got a bad number, he broke his toe and fell off his motorcycle. But, I didn't expect anything to happen to you. It must be a really bad day." Her leg shook. I glanced at Ethan as he walked in,

"Hey, bro." I sat my bed up. Ethan walked to the side of my bed,

"You good?" He ruffled my hair. I hit him,

"Dick. I'm fine." I felt a wash of pain. I jammed my thumb against the 'Call Nurse' button,

"My foot hurts so bad. Bro, it's not even 5 yet." I looked at Y/N, who was rearranging everything. Ethan yanked her away from everything,

"You need to stop. It's going to be fine." He placed her down next to my bed. She squealed,

"Don't EVER say it's going to be okay when the die tells you a 3 or lower." She dashed away, tapping the entryway. When she was done, she closed the bathroom door. I looked at her, confused. She took a deep breath,

"There's a mirror in there."

~At The House [Time Stamp; 6:30 p.m.]~ (Y/N's P.O.V)

I made sure I was the last one in the house, facing the door as I closed and locked it. I took my shoes off before going into the dining room, placing them in their rightful spot. Ethan came up behind me as I went into the kitchen,

"Babe, why are you still flipping out? Only one bad thing happens when the die has a bad number." He closed the fridge as I opened it. I rolled my eyes,

"I don't know. I'm just getting bad vibes from today. Especially since something happened to Grayson and not you. Nothing like that has ever happened."

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second part? -KudosDolan