age yourself up 18+
y/n l/n was peacefully reading a book and humming, then her cell phone rang.
she picked it up and an unfamiliar voice said,
"hi, are you y/n l/n?"
"yes this is her." y/n said back.
"great. well, your boyfriend, Michael, requested to call you first-"
"w-what? what's going on?" the young woman scrunched her nose.
"Michael was shot."
those three words hit y/n's heart like a brick, she gripped the phone harder so she wouldn't drop it, just like her heart did.
"WHAT."
"he was barely shot in his lower abdomen... he is very weak right no-"
"i will be there." y/n said, grabbing her car keys.
"miss l/n, visting hours are almost over."
"i. will. be. there." y/n repeated forcefully into the phone, then hung up.
when she reached the hospital, she ran to the front desk.
"my name is y/n l/n, i'm here to see Michael Wheeler.... please!"
"room 385, but visting hours are al-"
"THANK YOU!" she yelled, following the signs to room 385.
she opened the door labeled #385, a weak body laid in the bed with tubes in his arms and mouth.
y/n let out a shaky breath, "oh god..."
"Mike?" she said, walking over to the chair next to him.
his eyes fluttered open on cue.
y/n smiled, "hey."
Mike gave a soft look to y/n, a look she couldn't really describe, but she could tell he was telling her that everything is gonna be ok.
y/n took a hold of Mike's hands, the one that wasn't wrapped in tubes.
as Mike laid there, staring at the ceiling, y/n sniffled small cries.
after a few minutes of silence, Mike weakly took his hand and lifted her chin so she was looking at him as well.
"y/n...-"
"no... don't speak, honey, save your energy."
Mike simply shook his head in denial, he slowly removed the tubes connected to his mouth.
"y/n..." he mumbled quietly, "will.. you.. marry.. me..?"
y/n's heart melted, "w-what? of course! yes! yes." she smiled genuinely, squeezing his hand.
Mike smiled back, with his eyes.
their little love fest was over when the nurse came into the room.
"miss l/n, visting hours are over... you may see him tomorrow."
"oh... alright.." y/n said, sadly. then kissed Mike's head goodbye.
she started to exit the room until she told the nurse, "correction... it's Mrs. Wheeler now, not l/n." she winked at Mike and then left.
a/n: here's some soft Mike
