Highway Don`t Care
Tittle: Highway Don`t Care
Pairing: Robbie Kay x Reader
Warning: Swearing and car accidents
There are two things I know for sure. They go hand in hand and they can never be changed. The first is that people come into your life to love your either a long time or a few moments. You never know which, so it`s best if you look at them, treat them, as if the moment you are sharing with them, may be your last. Push aside the things that annoy about them, and look at the reason you love them anyway. Look at how they make you smile, feel better about yourself and focus on that.
The second is that everything happens for a reason, be it good or bad, but everything that happens for you is for a reason. You will never know that reason at first, it may take months, years to figure it out. You may never figure it out. You just have to live with it, accept it, and try to learn from it.
I`ve lived by this my whole life. I have accepted and used it to help me when someone I care about leaves, or when something it can not wrap my head around happens. I know this, so why when I need it the most, can I not accept it?
I sat in the hospital waiting room, toying with the little black box in my hand, and tried to think past the pain in my head. I tried to think past the fear and the never ending what if, in order to come up with some kind of logical explanation of it all. There had to be one, but I couldn’t bring myself to focus on it, to focus on anything other than the crash, and wonder how or what I could have done to avoid it.
Three Hours Earlier
I smiled over at Y//n as we walked from the restaurant were we had spent the first part of our 3 year anniversary. The dinner was amazing, each of us holding hands while we ate our three course meal, giggling as we sampled each others. When desert came, we split it and I chickened out. As we walked I used my free hand to play with the little black box that was hidden in my pocket and promised myself that I would ask her at our next stop, when we were walking down the waterfront path that we first met on. I would not chicken out, I would ask her to marry me.
I smiled as I opened the car door for her, helping her in before placing a quick kiss on her cheek. As I closed the door she was chuckling, mumbling about how I always knew how to make her night. I skipped across the front of the car, and paused to pull out my keys, trying to pull them out without pulling out the ring. As I got into the car, got it started and pulled out, we remained silent. Each of us, full and content, not wanting to say anything because our silence and clasped hands said enough. Instead we just listened to the music, while I planned out my proposal, wanting nothing more than to get it right.
I knew what I wanted to say, I just needed to figure out how to say it. We were just five minutes from the trail when it happened.
Taylor Swift`s and Tim McGraw`s “The Highway Don`t Care” was playing softly over the speakers in the car. Y/n singing along softly. It was fitting, because what happened next proved the song. It had all happened so fast. One minute we were fine, the next Y/n was screaming and we were being thrown to the side. As our car flipped, my head banged against the window, my eyes sliding shut. The last thing I heard was Y/n scream getting cut off and the sound of crunching metal.
When I had came to, I was hanging upside down the car, blood dripping from my forehead onto the roof of the car. I looked around me, and screamed. Y/n was hanging up side down but she was far worse then I was. The right side of her face was taken up by a large gash. What was once the door now layed buried deep into her leg, while part of it hugged her arm. Her stomach layed exposed, a bloody gash running across her pale skin.
“Y/n.” I whimpered out, my hand reaching forward to lay on top of the hand that showed no sign of being broken. She remained silent, her flickering eyelids giving me the only proof that was she was still alive. Keeping my hand on hers, I turned to look out my window, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw the red and blue lights of the emergency cars coming towards me. “We are going to be okay.” I croaked out, my eyes once again landing on Y/n. “Your going to make it.”
“Robbie!” My mum screamed, her voice full of worry and relief as she quickly made her way towards me. In a flash I stood up, closing the short space between us and feel into her arms, a sob breaking free of my lips and I hugged her.
“They won`t tell me anything. They took her into surgery almost two hours ago and they won`t tell me anything.” I cried, my hands grabbing the back of her shirt, pulling her closer to me. Her hands stopped rubbing my back for only a second before they started up again.
“I`ll have your father go and talk to them. I`m sure she is okay honey.” She cooed, her voice soft as she tried to calm me.
“I can’t lose her.” I sobbed, my body shaking with the force of my tears and my mother only held me closer, whispering words of comfort in my ear. I stayed like that, buried into her arms, sobs shaking my body, for what felt like hours, only moving when my father cleared her throat and my mother gasped. Turning around I came face to face with the doctor that was looking after Y/n. His face with grim, but his eyes looked hopeful.
“Y/n is pretty banged up. She has lost a lot of blood, her right leg is broken in five different place, her arm is shattered and the metal of the door went straight through her side. She has a fractured skull, and a gash down the side of her forehead. She lucked out without no internal bleeding. We put her her in a medically induced coma. We want her to try and heal as much as possible. She`ll be asleep for the next few days, but she will wake up.”
I nodded, and slowly sat down in the chair again, placing my head in my hands. From the sound of things I almost lost my beautiful girl, I almost lost my life.
A Couple Days Later
For the past little while, Y/n has been curled up in the coma. Tubes stuck out from her in every direction. She looked so broken, every inch of her bruised and covered in cuts. I hated it, but the doctor was right. With each breath she was getting better.
For the past few days I had sat by her bedside, my hand wrapped gently around hers, preying that everything would turn out okay. I sat there, waiting with a bated breath for when she woke up. I was laying my head on my head, letting my eye drift shut for only a moment when I heard I a voice I had been missing for the past few days.
“Robbie?” In a flash I snapped my head up and looked at her, my eyes instantly meeting hers.
“y/n your okay!” I breathed out, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to her lips. She quickly returned it, wincing as she lifted his arm to wrap it around my waist.
“Don`t move, baby girl.” I whispered, brushing her hair out of her face.
“We were in a car crash. A drunk driver ran a red light and hit us head on. We flipped over from the force. You lost a lot of blood and will be bed bound for the next 6 months or so, but you are going to be okay.” I said, brushing my hand gently across her cheek. She stared at me, tears in her eyes as she took in the information, the truth. It killed me to see the pain, her pain, to know I could have avoided the whole thing. “I`m so sorry baby girl. This is my fault. If I had just manned up and asked you at dinner we never would have been on that road.” I sobbed, my words catching her off guard.
“This is not your fault Robbie. It`s that other drivers. He took the law and our lives into his hands the moment he decided to be a selfish prick and drive drunk.” She cooed, giving me a warm smile. That only hurt me more. I should be comforting her, not the other way around. I was just about to point that out, when she continued. “You said you backed out of asking me something. May I ask what?”
I nodded and took a deep breath before reaching into my coat pocket and pulled out the little black box. It had managed to survive the crash, and looked as perfect as it had the day I bought it. Turning back to Y/n, I placed the little box in my hand, her mouth falling into a “o” as she stared at me, tears filling her eyes.
“I wanted to ask you at dinner, but I had chickened out. I mean how could I not. You are the most amazing girl in the world, and I have already lucked out by getting you to myself for the past three years. I would be crazy to think that the most beautiful and amazing girl in the world would choose to be with me for the rest of her life. I am choosing to be crazy, because this crash and the last few days have proved what I already know. Life is short and you need to spend it with people that complete you. Not only do you complete me but I can not live without you. I can`t go a day without hearing your smile, seeing your life, feeling her soft hand folded around my own. I can`t go a day without hearing your voice, hearing you say my name. I can`t go a day without having you pressed against me, wither it be against my side or my chest, I need it. I need you to be the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I see before I go to bed. You make me a better man, and though I am still far from the man you deserve I am hoping that like the past three years, you will over look it. With that being said, Y/F/N will you make me the luckiest man alive and marry me?”
I looked up at her, my hands shaking as I waited for her to answer. Her eyes were locked on mine, a smile wide across her face as she nodded her head. Crying out the one word I had so needed to hear.