A Collection of Imagines

Adam

Ok, kid.

Air goes in and out of my mouth harshly. Muscles burning as I'm trying to get out of my car and up the stairs. So many thoughts going through my head. Frantically sifting through the various scenarios that he could be in. God, please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay. I repeat the mantra like my life depended on it.

The pain that courses through my body is almost unbearable. I push my head back onto the pillow. It starts to bound after I set it down. Fuck, I should have never gotten into that car. I thought I was okay.

My heart instantly stopped once I saw his car smashed to pieces on the interstate home. The only thought that popped into my head was get to that fucking hospital. I can't lose him.

She's most definitely going to kill me. I mean she has a reason to be angry. I did something really fucking stupid. It almost cost my life. If she were in the same position, I ... The thought terrified me.

He means everything to me. The second I saw him, I knew that was it. He was it. I trudge up the stairs and run into the lobby. The nurse behind the counter is already annoyed with my rushed behavior. I tell her that I'm looking for a man that was recently bought in after a car accident. I told her his name. "Friend or family?" The annoyed bitch muttered. I hesitated. If I told her that I was his girlfriend, she would never let me in. So I said the first thing that came to my mind, "I'm his wife." And at that, she tells me the room number and floor he's on and I zip out of the lobby heading for the elevator.

My mind wanders throughout the horrors of my previous thoughts. Her lifeless body sprawled in the front seat after I come to. Her dead eyes speak nothing of her soul. I choke out a sob. Oh my god, if she was in the car with me I could have killed her.

I mean, I never really brought up the concept of marriage because ... well, I just don't think it's for me, you know. I love him and all, but I never saw myself getting married. Although, he's my everything. He's the first thing I see when I wake up and the last thing I see before I go to bed. He's the air that I breath and the beating of my heart.

I bury my face into my hands. I shouldn't have gotten mad at her after we left the bar. I had already had a few drinks and she made it clear that she was the d.d. But, of course, my jealousy had to take a turn for the worst when I saw her with her coworkers. She just wanted to have a good time and I blew that.

The elevator opens and I fly out. Looking frantically at the signs and room numbers. I finally find his room and I push the door open. It hits the wall and his hands move away from his face. I freeze at the physical state he's in. His leg is in a restraint to keep it from moving. His arms are scattered with patches of blue and purple. His right eye has already formed a dark shaded circle. His hair in disarray.

The door flies open and I remove my hands from my face. She's standing in the doorway, a few feet away from the bed. Her breath is heavy and her hair is wild. Her eyes are frightened as she takes me in. Tears forming in them. God, I hate myself so much.

Fuck it. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I almost lost him today. I'm not going to be stupid and say that marriage isn't for me when I have the love of my life almost taken out of my grasp. I love him too much to let him slip through my fingers. If he wants it as well, I'm not going to tell him no.

She quickly walks over to my side and sits on the bed next to me. In one swift motion, she places her hands on either side of my face and plants her lips on mine. Her sweet taste allows me to forget about the pain. She's my everything. She's the match to my gasoline and the water to my fire. I love her so much.

I release him from my grasp and rest my forehead on his. My eyes closed, but I can feel his. I just breathe with him there. I'm so thankful that he's ok. "Don't you ever fucking do that again, ok?"

"Ok, kid." I say her adorable nickname that I know she pretends to despise but secretly loves. She sighs with her eyes closed and I place my hand on the back of her neck, pulling her to kiss me again. Sooner or later, I'm going to make this woman mine.

AN: don't drink and drive, kids.