Roadtrip Oneshots

Rykey, Trolley Accident

Requested by the lovely rtandhrvyareamazing... Sorry to keep you waiting!❤️

Also double update because both of these are very short!😊

-----------------------------------------------------------

Rye

The second Mikey jumped out of the trolley, I felt my heart leap into my throat.

I tripped on the trolley, somehow managing to stay on my feet, although I did scrape both of my hands as I caught myself, frantically trying to stop myself from hitting the floor.

It wasn't that that made my heart leap though, it was the shouts of pain coming from my friend.

I hadn't expected this to be the outcome of the vlog, of our first day in our new house. It was supposed to be a harmless skit, one that the Roadies would find stupid, but hilarious.

I made an act of laughing at him with the others, but deep down I was panicking, and worried that I'd really hurt him. I hadn't meant to do this. I really hadn't meant to hurt him so much.

Still acting, I helped Mikey off the tennis court, biting my lip when he rested literally all his weight on me, not even putting any weight on his ankle. His pained grunts and gasps killed me, so much that nearly burst into tears right there and then. But I couldn't; we were in the middle of vlogging.

"I'm sorry Mike." I whispered under my breath, so that the vlog couldn't hear me. But I don't think Mikey heard me, or he'd just pretended to not hear me.

Oh my God, please say I didn't make him break his ankle! That was all we needed right now... Especially now that we had stairs. He would struggle to walk up them, I knew.

We wrapped the vlog up quickly after that, and I took the liberty to finish the rest of it with us all sat down.
I felt bad enough as it was, and I was just glad that he got to sit down for a bit, rest.

And the second we did finish the vlog, the boys all ran rampart, screaming and shouting as they worked their way through the house. I didn't. I ran straight to Mikey's side, mouth dry, nearly in tears.

"I'm so sorry Mikey! I didn't realise you would get hurt!" I exclaimed, holding my hands out in front of me.

My heart hadn't slowed down since the trolley had flipped, and it was only getting worse, the guilt building up inside me to the point of near explosion.

"Rye, honestly, it's fine. I don't blame you, alright?"
Mikey gave me an odd look as he said this, which was because I'd never apologised so much before. I would normally say a quick 'Sorry', and that was that.

"Do we need to get it checked out in the hospital? I'll drive you there now Mikey? Are you sure-" Mikey cut off my breathless words by shoving his hand over my mouth.

"-Rye!" Mikey said loudly, "You don't have to be so worried mate, alright? I'm fine... It's just a sprain. It'll be fine in an hour or two." He laughed.

He looked fine on the outside, a part from the fact that he hadn't moved his ankle yet. But I knew it was really hurting him from the wince the tried to hide.

"I am worried though Mikey! Because I hurt you... I didn't mean to." I whispered, looking away, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall.

"I know you didn't mean to Rye. You're my best friend, and I'm not lying when I say I'm fine, alright? Look, if it doesn't get better in a few hours, you can take me to the hospital then, yeah? We can make an adventure out of it." Mikey suggested with a smile.

If anyone knew anything about me, it was that I loved a good adventure. I nodded thoughtfully, knowing that this was the best deal I was going to get out of him. Mikey tended to be stubborn like that, only deciding to do things until it became the last resort to do so.

"Sounds good Mike." I said softly. "But I am sorry for this." I gestured to his ankle, still not liking how he hadn't moved it yet.

"Stop apologising Ryan! Really, it's not a big deal."
I could tell that Mikey was starting to get frustrated, however I knew he was also just joking around. It's what we did all the time.

"Okay," I accepted with a heavy sigh, "Do you want me to help you upstairs?" I asked quietly.

"If you don't mind." Mikey stood, all his weight on one foot. I swallowed sharply.

"Yeah of course, it's the least I could do."
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, while I securely gripped him around the waist. We took the stairs slowly, but, once again, my heart crumpled with each wince that escaped his lips.

Once upstairs, I didn't leave his room until he was nestled comfortably in his bed, ankle elevated on a pillow.

"Are you sure you're alright?" I said before I left him alone to watch Netflix.

"Rye." Mikey warned, and I knew it was because he was about to yell at me to shut up again.

"You're not going to die if I leave are you?" I asked playfully. However I was being half serious too. I think Mikey knew this.

"As much as I appreciate the concern Rye, I'm fine. Trust me." He looked me right in the eye, and I couldn't do anything but believe him. Of course I trusted him. What kind of person would I be if I didn't?

"Thanks Rye." Mikey called as I was about to pull the door shut. I hesitated, turning around to face my friend with a smile. It was my first genuine smile in about thirty minutes, something of a record.

"No problem."

------------------------------------------------------

And again, I'm sorry for the short update.

Thanks for reading as always!❤️

"You attract what you are, not want you want. If you want great, then be great."

Love WolfGirl.❤️