Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan Character Imagines

Life Line+Chris Evans+Pt.4

This gif but Chris has his beard and shaggy hair though.

WARNINGS: Cursing.

I'm sorry....

Waking up in a hospital bed is nothing like the movies where, you wake up, look around, and see the one person you care for the most sitting next to you with their head on the bed sound asleep like they've been there for hours or maybe days.

No, i wake up to no one in my room, not a single soul, as i sat up i felt a pounding sensation in my head as i slowly laid my happy ass back down. A nurse casually walks in checking the monitor on my right. "Oh, you're awake! I'm sure your boyfriend will be so happy to know that you are finally conscious." She spoke with a happy tone, i looked at her quizzically, "Finally? What do you mean by that?"  She just smiled at me writing down the last few numbers. "You've been out for about four days Miss Hembree, your boyfriend, Chris, has been here every single day spending all visiting hours with you, waiting for you to wake up. I will go inform the doctor." As she walked out the door i was sitting there, trying to wrap my head around this Chris guy. "I thought his name was Michael..." My brain was a jumbled up mess when i tried to think about him when it hit me like a ton of bricks.

Michael was the reason i was in the hospital in the first place, my brain was pulsating like a rave concert on a Saturday night, scenes of what happened four days ago flash in my mind like a strobe light, i could barely keep my head up. I saw him of all people start walking towards me and i lashed out at him. "Stay away from me Michael! You bastard!" i yelled as i started to swing my arms about trying to keep him away from me. "Allison take it easy it's me, it's Chris." he said calmly. "Don't lie to me you fuck! You almost killed me!" i screamed as he slowly got closer and closer, before i had realized what i had done, i slapped him across the face leaving a heavy red hand print on his left cheek. "You should be in prison!" At this point all i was doing was screaming at him.

My vision slowly began to clear as he knelt down and grabbed onto my hand, putting it on the cheek that i had previously slapped the fuck out of, i felt something... different, facial hair, soft cheeks just above where the facial hair ended, he lead our hands up to his hair it looked short but felt shaggy and kind of long, he trailed my hand down and onto his chest over his heart as we looked into each others eyes. I expected to see brown eyes but was met with radiant blues, i sat there shocked as my vision finally cleared itself. "Chris?" my voice was shaking, i just bitch slapped Chris and he's just smiling at me like nothing happened. "There's my Ally-doll." I was visibly trembling, tears slowly streaming down my face. "Shh, shh, Ally it's okay. He isn't going to hurt you anymore, I'm here it's okay." he cooed as he wrapped me into a hug, i threw my arms around his broad shoulders and held onto him for dear life. "I'm so sorry Chris I-I didn't mean to i thought- i- i thought you were him, I'm so, so sorry." i bawled, i couldn't keep it together, after what i had experienced i didn't want to to let him go. Chris was my life line i couldn't just let him go, i told myself that i would never let him go ever in my life as long as i lived. 

A few hours after slapping the shit out Chris we at and talked about what happened over the course of four days. He told me how Dodger was doing and how he had wrapped up his movie scenes early everyday to have enough time to come and visit me in the hospital. I looked at his cheek as he turned to look at the clock on the wall, i leaned forward to hold his cheek. "I'm really sorry Chris I didn't mean to. Oh my gosh it's still red." he laughed as the machines next to me continued to beep, then he looked at me with seriousness laced into his eyes. "I really thought i was going to lose you Ally, and I don't know what i would've done if i did. Probably nothing, but, you lost so much blood in the ambulance. I almost lost hope that you would pull out of this. Michael is in prison for forty years for attempted murder. If you ask me the bastard deserves everything coming to him." I looked at him with a look of shock on my face. "I didn't know Captain America cursed like that," I laughed "You should hear him when he's drunk." A voice spoke from the door. "Sebastian!" i smiled, i was happy to see a friend outside of Chris again. "How are you shorty?" he asked seating himself on the chair on the right side of my bed as Chris was on my left. "I'm doing better, and i know I'm only 5'3 but i can still take your ass down." we all laughed as the doctor walked in with clipboard in hand. "Allison Coda Hembree? Ah, well everything thing seems normal with you last few checks so you are free to go. Chris, Sebastian." he nodded at both men sitting at either side of my bed.