I M A G I N E S G A L O R E

Happily Divorced? O3

An Odell Beckham Junior imagine.

"Hello?"

"Yes this is she."

Her eyes got wide.

"What?!"

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Odell.

I watched Y/N sleep with her hand clung around my forearm. I laid on the hospital bed, thinking about how lucky I was to have made it out alive.

She slowly opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings before her tears welled up again.

"Hey, hey... I'm okay. Don't cry," I softly said as I held her hand.

"They just took a few of my belongings and the car."

She sniffled as she wiped the tears.

"We can always buy another Rolex or Rolls Royce. We can't buy another Odell."

It was in that moment where I realized our love for each other never left. We locked eyes and she smiled afterwards.

"I'm really glad you're okay. I wouldn't know where to start explaining to the boys had anything happened to you."

"It's just a few minor injuries. I'll be fine."

A few moments later a doctor came in.

"Ah, you're awake. Now Mrs Beckham, Mr Beckham was fatally stabbed in the torso but we managed to stop the bleeding in time and stitch him up. I've prescribed some painkillers and a few antibiotics for him and it is my demand that you keep him on bed rest for at least two weeks." Doctor Sinclair went on as Y/N followed up on what she was saying.

"Damn Doc, I can walk and I'm pretty sure I need to be doing some sort of exercise."

"I know you're a pro athlete Mr Beckham, but you have to take it easy in order for you to recover fully. Bed rest. 2 weeks." She said as I sighed.

"I'll make sure he's taken care of, Doc." Y/N kindly replied as Doctor Sinclair smiled at her.

"Alright then. I'll go get your discharge forms and give you guys some space to change."

"Thank you Doc."

She walked out, closing the door behind her. Y/N reached for the grey duffel bag with some changing clothes she had brought.

I groaned in pain as I sat up. She gently but firmly gripped my waist, helping me stand up. I slowly took off the hospital gown, leaving me in my black Calvin's.

Y/N.

I bent down and helped him into the pair of sweatpants as he looked down at me.

"Stop it." I said as I blushed.

"Stop what?" He teased.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"I can't help but stare at your beautiful face. And thank you for being here. You really didn't have to." He said as I was now standing upright.