ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader) [BOOK 2]

Accident {Ethan x Reader}

Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about the requests. I just have ideas of my own to get through.

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I drive on the dark highway. It's currently about three in the morning, and I had a long day. I had to go to San Diego because my friend got a sudden eviction for keeping a dog, and really needed help. So I had to make the 2 hour drive over, at 7 o'clock at night, there from L.A. to help her get her stuff out and to a storage locker. Then I went apartment hunting with her for a few hours before she and her boyfriend just decided she would move in with him, except he was another half hour from her, so I had to help move her shit to a new storage locker there so they could decide what would go where. This is why I don't make friends anymore. Not after Ethan. I did a lot for her, and for what? A pat on the back? I haven't eaten since lunch, and she couldn't have been bothered to even give me a granola bar. Oh well, I guess.

I had the music in my car playing kinda loudly. It was an attempt to keep me awake. Especially on the highway. It always works for me. I guess some other drivers should try it sometime. Why do I say that? Well because some jackass in a truck who is probably asleep is speeding while getting the highway, happening to be in perfect time to ram into me. At such high speeds, both our cars tumble and spin. I feel my head get hit multiple times, glass sprays and cuts me, and I feel crushed. The car stops upside down. The last thing I hear is the final note of the song playing of the radio.

Ethan P.O.V.

I'm startled awake by the shrill ringing of my phone. It's four thirty in the goddamn morning, who is calling me? My heart goes cold as I see it's a hospitals number. I don't waste more time answering. "Hello?" My groggy voice asks. "Hello, is this Ethan Nestor?" I grow more alert at the use of my name. "Yes, this is he."

"We have you listed as the emergency contact for a (Y/n) (L/n)." I'm confused. (Y/n) and I haven't talked for over a year. She was a friend of Amy's that was helping with a video, and we really clicked. We started to drift apart without really meaning to. It just happened. We were really close friends, but nothing more. To this day, I still wonder what could have been. Despite my confusion, I'm sitting up in bed, finding a shirt to throw on, startling Spencer. "I don't understand? Is she okay?"

"Unfortunately, she was an automobile accident about an hour ago. She sustained injuries to her head, ribs, and has deep lacerations. She is currently undergoing treatment at Grey-Sloan Hospital." The person explains as I finish getting ready to leave. "Okay, thank you." I hang up, quickly already halfway out the door.

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"Excuse me, can tell me which room (Y/n) (L/n) is in?" I ask, attempting to hide my frantic emotions. "Room 14C."

"Thanks." I all but run to the directed room. I slow once I get near the doorway. What will I say? What will I do? Would she even really want to see me? What if I was listed as an accident? I carefully walk inside. I guess I have more time to think about it. I didn't consider that she wouldn't be awake. My burst of anxiety had kept me wide awake, but like a sudden blow, my body remembers that is really early. Washed over with exhaustion I pull a chair over to the bed, and sink down into it. I reach other to look at her chart. Broken ribs, a collapsed lung, head trauma, a broken leg. Good god. I grab her hand. "Oh (Y/n), I'm so sorry. This should never have happened to you." Looking over her now, I can see how bad it looks. There was a tube that went into her chest, for the collapsed lung, her leg was propped up and casted, gauze and bandages were wrapped in nearly every visible area of skin, and she was so pale.

I couldn't stand looking at her for much longer. I didn't get up, but decided to look at my phone instead. Since Amy was her friend too, I figured she would want to know. I set up a group message between me, Amy, and Mark and sent the message, 'At Grey-Sloan Hospital. (Y/n) was in a bad accident. Apparently I'm her emergency contact. It's pretty bad. I thought you'd want to know...' I don't expect a response now, seeing as it isn't even 5, so I set my phone on the side table with a sigh. I look back at her. It's heartbreaking. Why was she out so late? How did this happen? What if's flow freely through my brain. What if we I had acted on my feelings? What if I didn't let us drift apart? What if this had been both of us right now? I may never get an answer to any of my questions. Without much to do now, I find myself drifting off into a worried sleep.

Part 2 coming. I just wanted to get something out rather then have a long chapter. Sorry it's been awhile. I made Unus Annus shoes.

Again, I have not forgotten about the requests, I promise they'll be written!