5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences and Imagines

Sorry (Michael Oneshot #6)

I found the idea off Pinterest lol

The car screeched loudly and pulled you out of your thoughts. You only had a second to realise it before it collided with you and your vision went mental. The world spun and you heard the cracking off your skull against the ground. Then, it all disappeared.

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"Sorry, again." Michael says.

"Stop apologising." You sigh.

You don't know this man. He brought you to the hospital after hitting you with his car because he was freaking out. Since you woke up earlier on, He hasn't stopped apologising.

"But I am really sorry. I didn't mean to hit you." He says.

"I know, it's okay." You say.

"But it's not, jesus I was so worried." He sighs.

"No need to be worried, you don't know me." You reply.

He looks up and runs a hand through his crazy hair.

"You've messed your hair up." You say.

"Oh, no, it's naturally like that." He laughs nervously.

"Quirky." You say.

He smiles a little before sighing, "I'm really s-"

"Sorry. Yeah, I know." You laugh.

He looks down sheepishly, "How are you feeling?"

"Fine. Just like I fell down a very painful set of stairs." You explain.

He forces a smile onto his face.

"How did you even hit me," You ask, "I was on the pavement and you weren't really speeding."

He blushes a little, "I hoped you wouldn't ask really. My dog was in the backseat and managed to jump onto the console in the middle and I sort of got a little distracted and veered off the road."

You laugh and smile at his story, "Is your dog okay?"

"My dog's fine." He says.

"And you. You didn't get hurt did you?" You ask.

"No, just a little shook up. Still." He says and you nod.

You already noticed this since his hands won't stop shaking.

"Have the doctors said anything about my family? Are any of them worried about me?" You ask.

"They haven't said but I'm sure if your family knew they'd be worried." He reassures you.

You sigh, "I doubt it. We aren't on the best of terms."

Michael nods just as a doctor walks in.

"Glad to see you're lively y/n, you took quite the hit." He says, eyeing Michael who looks away again.

"He's said sorry. A lot." You say with a smile.

The doctor grins, "Sense of humour is still intact then."