With a Heavy Chest (Sebastian Stan Marvel Imagine)

Chapter Two

Warning:Drug mentions and use

~You're made of iron, with a heart of gold, rusted shut.~

 The airbag pushed your skull back into the seat, quick as the front of your car collapsed in on your legs. You'd hit a massive truck, T-boned it while you weren't paying attention.
But that didn't matter to you right now, because you had a massive concussion and had been knocked asleep.

 The other driver was completely fine, other then a few cuts on their arms and forehead. Both of your windshields had shattered, as well as your headlights and front bumpers.

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 Sebastian grabbed  his car keys, stumbling to his car and unlocking the door. It was a Ferrari, way too expensive for a Mechanic. He slammed the door to his crimson car, fumbling to start the ignition, his heart thumping in his ears. Fuckin' Christ. Hope to God, Sebastian- that there aren't going to be any cops showing up.

 More then anything, Sebastian was paranoid that the cops would come. He was just driving to check on whoever crashed. Most likely Rey. What a goddamn mess. The brunette was slightly worried Rey might be hurt, or worse, -dead. Sebastian rubbed his temple a moment thinking about how that stupid, annoying smile might be gone.

Shit.

 The Mechanic started to speed down the road, his heart pace picking up when he saw a massive truck with it's front wheel on a...silver Mazda.

Fuck.Fuck fuck.

 He basically jumped out of the car. Damn right Rey was irritating, but he felt like he had to make sure she was okay. Sebastian didn't even bother to lock his car, sliding across loose gravel to open your car door. His eyes widened at Rey's state.

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 You woke up to the sounds of IV drips and heart monitors, a quiet buzz from the florescent lights above you. Despite the dull color the lights painted the chemical-scented room, it gave the back of your eyes a dull ache. The ache branched into your head, which felt constricted with rough fabric. You gently lifted your arm, squinting at the pain in the back of your head. There was a butterfly needle connected to the IV drip next to your hospital bed. You closed your eyes and groaned softly. You worked here, as a nurse. Maribel Memorial Hospital. You recognized the gauze by touch already. You sat up and looked at the amount of morphine you were getting. Not goddamn enough! Are the interns fucking moronic? You adjusted the amount, turning a dial.

 Much better.

 You leaned back, your hair bunched over the end of the Bed. It was so fucking cold. You blew out a long sigh. Who brought you here? Was the other driver okay? Are you going to court?? How much is the bill going to be?! What happened to your car?

 The Heart Monitor's monotone beep had ever so slightly picked up. Okay, calm down, shit. Later. 

  You sat up, carefully making sure your stitches were clean, and the sling across your arm blood free. You looked around, a flood of emotion hitting you in the gut.

 You pressed your hand into your eyes, tears flooding out of your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. There was simply too much, too fast to handle all at once. You collapsed onto the bed, your good arm over your eyes.

 After about an hour, you closed your eyes, the soft chirps of birds at Dawn and your swollen, red eyes lulling you to sleep.

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