How would you feel? (if I told you I loved you) ((english version))

Just hold on, we're going home

AN: a little suspens and a little fluff, hope u'll like it :)

When Chris comes back to his house, he feels lighter than when he had left it earlier. He feels lighter because he had told her everything he had wanted to. He doesn't feel guilty anymore, he had done what seems right and he hopes that she'll understand why he had done what he did. He had unloaded the content of his heart and he had had a response. It's not a hard yes, but it's not a hard no, so he considers it a win. Lucie's sobs behind the door had been so heartbreaking, she still is off limits but he really hopes that it'll turn out good for both of them. 'Cause he's so desperately head over heels for her, since the first time he had seen her in that little coffee shop down the road. So that night, he goes to bed calmer than he had been for the last weeks, because eventually, everything is going to be better... But once again, it seems that everybody on this fucking planet has decided to prove him wrong. His phone goes off in the middle of the night and he blindly reaches for it, without checking the ID caller, he picks up. "Mr Evans?". He confirms and the caller continues. "I'm Nurse Smith from the Massachusetts General, I call because you're the only emergency contact on Miss Lucie Dupont's list, she was just admitted to the ER, we found her lying unconscious on the concrete, it seems like a car ran into her... We will be very grateful if you can come to the hospital...". Shit. Everything was supposed to go smoothly now... "I'll be there as soon as possible, is she ok?" he asks, heart in his throat, concern so clear in his voice. "She's still unconscious, but the doctors are taking great care of her, we are waiting for the results of all the tests she passed to evaluate the damages". Damages... Please, make her being fine! Please... He hangs up the phone and dresses quickly before taking his car keys off the hook and rushes to his garage. He starts the car and speeds off through Boston's streets. Yeah, he is a reckless driver right now, but he doesn't give a shit! Lucie's life is in danger, it's not the time to be patient and civilized. That's what he's thinking when he runs the traffic lights. He arrives at the hospital in record time, parking as fast as possible and running to the entrance all. He announces why he's here and he's pushed through the ER floor, stopping at the front desk. "I'm there for Lucie Dupont, I was told that she's on this floor" he tells the young nurse, still concerns about his beloved. A blush makes its way on the woman's cheeks and he swears to god, he's going to make a tantrum if she doesn't stop starring at him like he is a fucking animal! He's about to snap when she finally tells him to wait in the waiting room. Where is Lucie? Why does he have to wait to see her? Are they hiding something from him? Yeah, they are. Because seconds after, hell breaks down on the ER floor, doctors and nurses running everywhere and machines going off, loud and shrieking. "She's going on cardiac arrest, we have to bring her back!". What? Her? Lucie? No, no, no! That's not possible, it can't be, right? It can't be possible because he needs her, he loves her and she cannot leave him now, he still needs to make up to her for everything and she can't let him like that, no, she can't! Minutes goes on and he feels like he's waiting like a dumb idiot for years, they have to fucking bring her back! And he waits and waits and waits, pacing the room again and again until the treads of his shoes are all gone. It's a never ending kind of thing... He observes as a doctor makes his way out of a room and he examines closely his face for any indication that Lucie is still alive. He finds none and he is about to panic, a big ugly panic attack like he had never had before. Because if she has left him here all alone, then life is not worthy of being lived... Dropping his head in defeat, he jumps, surprised, when a hand lands on his shoulder. "Mr Evans?". He nods. "We managed to stabilize her, she suffered a lot of trauma, a pretty bad concussion that will need to be check on closely, a broken arm and collarbone, some cracked ribs, a sprained ankles and she'll need to be operate as soon as possible 'cause her right knee doesn't look so good... She had lost a lot of blood so we've transfused her some and she just came back from a pretty bad cardiac arrest...". The doctor meets his eyes and gently smiles. "Yeah, it's a lot to assimilate but we're pretty confident she's going to make a full recovery, she just needs rest and someone to help her lives through it". Chris nods again, hoping that she'll let him stay because he isn't sure he can just go and let herself down if she refuses his help. "She'll have to stay here a couple more days, she's going to be transferred to the intense care floor, you'll be able to see her in minutes sir". He warmly thanks the guy, forever grateful that he did his job wonderfully. Leaving the ER floor, he takes the stairs, only because it takes more time than the elevator, to join the intense care floor, he doesn't want to wait to see her. He needs to see her from his own eyes to believe that she's still here and she'll be ok soon. So he calls out a passing nurse, asking her for Lucie's room. Taking big strides, he crosses the corridors, following the direction the woman gave him. And here he is, he just has to turn the handle to unlock the door and he'll see her... Come on Chris, you can do it! Gathering all his bravery, he opens the door and lets himself into the room. Then it hits him, hard and fast. She's lying on white hospital bedsheets, her skin so pale it looks translucent under the hospital lighting. Needles are poking from her skin everywhere, an IV line is running from her left arm to a fluid bag, another is linked to a bag of blood, the steady beeping of a heart monitor is the only thing indicating that she's alive and well. Her right arm is encased by a cast, a plaster one around her elbow running to her wrist. She has a bandage around her head, hiding from his view a number of gashes and surely stitches. Her left leg is immobilized, just like the doctor had said to him it will and he can imagine that the doctors had wrapped her ribs tightly to heal them. He observes her skin, littered in scratches and road burns. What happened to her? Had the driver been arrested? He approaches her bed, pulling a chair for him to sit on and up close, she looks worse, so broken, like a rag doll. Her beautiful face is still marred by blood, her hair sticking to the red fluid. She has bruises everywhere, a black eye and the arch of her brow is split open. Her lips are chapped and god, it hurts to watch this beautiful and independent woman looking so small and so broken in that hospital bed... The doctor had explained to him that they drugged her to prevent her from feeling any pain and the dose they gave to her should make her sleep until the early morning hours. Shit, he doesn't even know what time it is, how long has he been here? Glancing at his watch, it's 4:30 AM. Oh, he's here since midnight, maybe he'll have to text Scott to explain the situation to him and to ask him if he can take Dodger for a walk. Poor puppy. Texting a rapid non sense, he presses the send button and redirects his attention on Lucie. She's going to need someone to take care of her, and he wants so bad to be that person... But he's not sure she'll accept because they're still off right? And the last time they had a talk, she had cried her heart out and he had just yelled his love for her to the whole world. Not your typical talk right? He's so tired right now, the stress of the last hours coming down. On an impulse, he lets his head fall down, putting it gently next to hers, holding her hands because he needs to feel her to make sure she's here with him. His eyelids feel suddenly heavy and seconds later, he's asleep with Lucie next to him. Maybe, after all this drama, they'll finally be alright...

Wow. Her head is throbbing so much! Nope, nope, her whole body throbs, pain radiating from her every limbs. She can't feel her arms, she can't feel her legs and each time she takes a breath, it feels like someone is tearing her insides apart. Not the best feeling in the world... Update, she can't move her right arm, it's too painful, but her left one is only hitching, and warm, somehow... Well, if it hurts, it means that she's alive right? She's THRILLED! 'Cause she's too young to die ok, plus maybe near death experience does that to people, but she has a relationship to restart. Yup, she's going to give Chris a second chance, that's her near death experience resolution, but she's not going to throw herself on his arms, he'll need to work really hard to get her back. It's going to be AMAZING! Fuck, her head hurts so much! Concentrating, she tries to open her eyes but fails, of fucking course! Well, try harder Luc', you're alive for God's sake. So she tries again, ow, it hurts like a bitch but she can do it. The white fucking lights just burn a hole on her retinas but she doesn't give up because she came back from the dead or what? Yes she had! Squinting, she looks around, but everything is blurry and she can't decipher a single thing. So she tries to move her fingers, waving it lightly only to be stopped by a big warm hand. What the actual fuck? Well, that makes her open her eyes in frenzy because there is someone in HER room! "Hey, hey, hey, sweetheart, calm down, you're going to be alright...". Ew, she knows that voice... She knows these words. Chris. He's here. How? "Take it easy Lucie, you're alright". She meets his blue orbs and she is still amazed by the affect his blue blue eyes have on her... She attempts to talk but her throat is so dry and parched that it physically hurts. She watches as Chris fills up a plastic glass with water and holds it at her lips. She's so grateful he's here, taking huge gulps of water, hydrating the fucking desert that is her mouth. "Hi" she croaks, smiling up at him, 'cause there is a time for hard feelings and now isn't the right time. "Hey" he responds softly, mirroring her smile, "You worried me so much sweetheart". Oh, she has worried herself too... "How?" she asks, and he seems to understand what she is asking 'cause he explains rapidly to her that he had been called by the hospital as her emergency contact. Ah, yes. She hadn't had the time to remove him from her emergency contact list. And he's the only one on it. At least, she has someone to look after her... He throws her a question and waits silently for an explanation. "After you left, I went for a run, got distracted and this fucking car just ran right into me, FYI, not a good experience to live" she quips but he doesn't seem to appreciate the humor there... "Lucie, you can't do things like that! I was so worried, you can't, not when... not when you leave behind people that care about you...". Oh no, not the puppy eyes, please! Stop that immediately!!! "Stop being so cute Evans, I can't be angry with you when you're doing that and it's not cool to abuse of my drugged and handicapped state" she pouts before wincing and groaning when she tries to lift herself up. Oh, fuck. She's broken everywhere or what? "Right arm and collarbone fractured, cracked ribs, nasty concussion, a bad knee that needs further examination, sprained ankle, minus the scratches and bruises, you look fine" Chris jokes lightly, a small grin spreading on his lips. "Well, that doesn't look so bad, could you help sit me up?". Of course he can, he may as well put those big arms of his at use right? He takes a hold under her armpits, being careful about not hurting her, and pulls gently up, sitting her up on her bed. "I'm going to go and bring a doctor back, I think he'll want to see you, I'll be right back". He bends to lightly kiss her cheek before flying out of her room. Oh Chris... you fucking dreamy guy... He comes back as promise with an old man with grey-ish hair. The doctor explains to her in detail every fucking things that she had endured, each tests they did to her and even the tests she'll had to pass in the near future. "Miss Dupont, make sure to keep this gentleman around, I'm convince that he'll take a great care of you". She watches as Chris blushes as red as a fucking tomato, and oh, she has forgot how much she loves clumsy and unsure Chris. Of course he's going to take care of her, because she has no one else to do it, plus she may not trust him with her heart now, but she trusts him with her being. "And how about we programs the surgery for your knee tomorrow?". She nods, because the sooner it's done, the sooner she can get out of this hospital. The doctor leaves and Chris takes his place next to her once again. "So, you're ok with me taking care of you?" he asks unsure. She totally is, she knows him and she knows he's going to do everything he's capable of to unsure her well being. "And how about you stay at my place? There no stairs and I can clear the guest room for you, plus I'll be around all the day if you need something..." he explains, sheepishly, and she can't help but nod. He's going to take great care of her and maybe, just maybe she can make the most of it, and try to put their relationship back on it's feet... But for now, she's just going to enjoy the fact that Chris's here, with her. And she couldn't be happier about it.

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