The nurses had ushered me out again. I hoped they would take care of him. I called my parents to tell them it was going to be a long night and he was injured. I put my hand in my hands and felt myself slide down the wall onto the floor. I just wanted him to be okay. He had to. He needed to.
After another eternity, I was allowed to see him. They moved him into a room and was awake this time. He was so soft and small but smiled seeing me.
I sobbed and held his hand. "Baby, I love you," I said to him.
"I love you too angel," he told me. I smiled.
"Don't cry" he told me but I couldn't stop.
Seeing him hooked up to ventilators and tubes made me emotional. I crouched down to him and kind of hugged him around the wires and machines he was hooked up to. I patted his head again ruffling his hair.
He had blacked out and a truck had crashed into his car completely totaling it and leaving it shambles. His leg was in a cast, an arm was fractured and his face suffered some injuries as well. I just wanted to have him okay soon and in my arms to cuddle with. I was so glad he was alive. Like that, I fell asleep soon, holding his hand and just constantly touching him and trying to make him smile. Or maybe it was to comfort my own self. I had weirdly wrapped my arms around him the best I could. Not our best hug, but it would do. I wanted him to be safe in my arms. Oh, how I wished I could protect him.
I woke up a few hours later, and he was so cold. I removed my arms from him and put a blanket on him. Still cold, and not responding to my taps. He must have been tired and sleeping so I ignored this and just patted his head. Then, a nurse came in she checked him and his vitals, but her eyes grew wide. "DOCTOR DOCTOR, ROOM 311" she screamed a few times.
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Broken and (Un) loved
FanfictionMin yoongi is a lost college student who is barely keeping up with his life. But what happens when life throws him a series of events which completely change his life and potentially his mindset?
