3rd person POV:
Day 2 in Vancouver for the Calpurnia show. During intermission, Finn collapses on a seat after disappearing from the view of the audience. Staff and members surround him.
"Finn, are you okay?"
He breathes heavily, sweat bands forming on his forehead. He nods despite it.
Ayla sits down in front of him, his face turning really pale by the second, "Finn, when did you last have a good sleep?"
He's unable to answer.
Ayla looks up at her other members while the staff frantically rush around them, "someone get my phone, we need Y/N."
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Y/N POV:
One week. A whole week. No communication, no calls, nothing. I mean that's what I should expect if I got broken up over. Finn and I just kept arguing and arguing because he was always away, tour after tour, show after show. 24/7 work mode and never had time for me. It's selfish of me now that I think about it.
My phone rings beside me, my mind drifting back to reality. Ayla's name pops up and I answer. I haven't heard from Ayla in days.
"Hello?"
"Y/N, something happened to Finn. You need to get to the hospital quickly."
My mind races with everything all in one, "what do you mean?"
"He hasn't slept in days and he won't eat either. He needs you."
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Finn Wolfhard Imagines
FanfictionJust some cute, tiny imagines on the it//st star. No sexual scenes cause c'mon he's like 10. Requests are open. Enjoy :)
