Josh Dun x Reader

Injured

Warnings: Mentions of injury (nothing graphic), brief angst, sexual innuendo

Word Count: 1662

Request: can you do one where josh is in a bad accident plss? -Anon

Author's Note: As promised, here is a Josh fic for all of you! I promise from here on out it's a pretty even balance between Tyler & Josh!

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You rested one hand on the doorframe and leaned out into the hallway, "Hey, love?"

"Yeah?" Josh called back from the living room.

"Do you need anything?"

"I'm ok!"

"Ok, let me know if you do!"

You heard Jim's toes click along the wooden floor as he came running at the sound of your voice. He pushed the partially-closed door open with his head and trotted over to where you had taken a seat on the floor.

"Hi, bud," you grinned as you scratched at his ears.

Jim laid down on the floor next to you and rested his head on your leg, watching as you sorted through boxes of stuff. You and Josh were moving into a new house and only had a few weeks left until the lease was up, meaning that your time had been spent sorting through stuff and packing away what you wanted to keep. Things had been going well until Josh got into a car accident, throwing a wrench into your plans.

You had been terrified when you got the call that Josh was at the hospital. Tyler had picked you up that afternoon and taken you straight to the hospital so that the two of you could wait until Josh got his diagnosis. He had ended up with a moderate concussion, a shattered wrist, and a couple fractures in his leg. It wasn't ideal, but you were just happy that it hadn't been worse.

A few pictures fell into your lap as you were switching some folders around. You picked them up and flipped through them, smiling as you did so. They were pictures of you and Josh when you went to Hawaii with Tyler and Jenna. The pictures were silly, mostly you jumping onto Josh's back or doing cliché poses with Jenna, but they brought back good memories. You decided to show Josh, hoping it might help him feel better.

Josh was sitting on the couch, staring up at the ceiling as quiet music played from his phone. He was idly tapping his good hand along the pillow that was resting on his chest. Unfortunately, with his concussion, it was just about the only thing that he could do until he got better.

"Hey, love, look what I found," you said, handing him the photos.

You took a seat on the edge of the coffee table while he flipped through the photos. His mouth slowly curved up into a smile as he looked through them.

"I forgot about these," he said. "We should frame them in the new house."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. They would be nice in the office."

"Alright, I'll put them in the frame pile," you said, taking them back from him.

You walked back into the office and placed the photos into one of your many piles. It seemed that no matter how much work you did, you could never make a dent in all the stuff that needed to be sorted.

"If I get through three more boxes, then I can take a lunch break," you muttered to yourself as you looked over the room. "Then I should be able to get the rest of the room done after dinner and move on to the bedroom tomorrow."

Happy with your plan, you grabbed one of the unsorted boxes and began to look through it.

"Do you want some lunch?" you asked as you walked into the living room.