Car Accident (Kyle Spencer)
Warning: slight angst, some fluff, and a whole lotta Kyle. Enjoy!
“Don’t worry so much, Kyle!” You laughed, kissing him on the cheek. “Babe, I’m just going to visit my parents. The drive isn’t that far.” Kyle still looked a bit worried, his hair tousled since he had just woken up. You smiled, reaching your hands up to try and get his hair to lay semi-flat. “I promise, I will be just fine. Come on. Please? Smile for me?” Kyle half-smiled, still a bit worried.
“You know I don’t like long drives. But, alright. I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’ll be careful,” Kyle relented, hugging you and yawning into your neck. “You’ll be back this afternoon?”
You nodded slightly, wrapping your arms around his pyjama-clad body. “I’ll only be gone a few hours. Go see a movie or something. Better yet, take a nap! I know how you like your sleep.” You pressed a few short kisses to his temple before pulling back. “Go back to sleeeeep.” You insisted, laughing slightly before pulling away from his grabby-hands completely, knowing you’d never leave if he kept begging. He sleepily followed you to the door, leaning against the door frame.
“Bye, babe. Have a nice trip. Be back safe. Bon voyage.” He punctuated each sentence with a kiss to your head. You giggled, pushing him off. Kyle smiled. He loved moments like this, where you two were just happy. He was inexcusably, inexplicably, irreversibly in love with you.
“Bye, Kyle. I’m serious!” You were smiling, though, which made Kyle give you a sleepy grin. “I need to go! Go back to bed, before it gets too cold. You hate that.” You pulled out of his grip, making Kyle give you a fake pout. You lightly pushed the door closed, walking down the hallway in your apartment complex. Kyle yawned, shuffling back to your bed before collapsing under the covers.
He wasn’t really sure what time it was but his phone was going off under his head. Kyle groaned, reaching under the pillow to grab it. “Yeah?” He asked, voice laced with sleep.
“Are you Kyle Spencer?” Came a crisp woman’s voice. Kyle sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Wh- yeah, I am. What can I do for you?” Kyle was confused, still half-asleep.
“Are you Y/N L/N’s boyfriend? She’s been in a car accident. She will be alright, sir, don’t panic. She’s at Tulane Medical Center, in room 107. Can you-”
“Yeah, no, I’ll be there in, like, eight. She’ll be okay, right? What’s the damage? I mean, I don’t mean like that, I mean what happened? I mean, I know what happened but-” His voice was frantic until the woman cut him off. He scrambled to get his sneakers and car keys, listening to the woman speak calmly.
“Sir, please calm down. Your girlfriend will be alright. She is fine, there are just a few things we need to check out.”
“I’m calm I’m just…Wow, no, I’m fine, let me get in the car, I’ll be there soon.” Kyle said, darting out the door, slamming it behind him.
“Did I tell her I loved her?” Kyle mumbled as he pulled into the parking lot. “No, I love her. Not past tense. God, I don’t think I did. I hope she’s okay-” He half choked on his unshed tears, running towards the entrance as soon as he had parked. He couldn’t care about anything but getting to you. “I told her to be careful, why doesn’t she listen to me…”
“Y/N? Y/N?” Kyle spoke softly, stepping into the room. “Y/N- oh god you’re in a coma aren’t you why didn’t you tell me she’s-”
“Sir, she’s just asleep. Please keep your voice down. There’s a chair next to her bed. She won’t be here for more than a day. You can stay with her.” The nurse said, her voice quiet as she patted Kyle’s shoulder before leaving. Kyle nodded, walking over to your bed.
“Y/N?” Kyle’s voice was now a whisper, choked with tears. He sat in the chair, reaching for your hand and rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “I-I’m so sorry, this is….This is my fault. I shouldn’t have let you go.” He lightly rested his head on your stomach, letting himself cry freely since you wouldn’t see him. “I just…I couldn’t….I love you and I only wanted the best for you. I…I should’ve stopped you.” Kyle’s already quiet voice was muffled by your stomach. “I should’ve….I should’ve been there. This is my fault, I’m never letting you go out alone again. Please forgive me, I l-love you s-so much.” His shoulders shook slightly, grip on your hand tightening. “P-please, Y/N….How can I ever hope to m-marry y-you if I c-can’t even p-protect you?” He sobbed slightly, tears hitting your stomach. Your free hand came up to run itself through his hair.
“Hey, ssh. It’s okay, dear. I’m fine.” Kyle’s head snapped up at your soft voice.
“Y-Y/N?” His face was tear stained as he scanned your face, taking in the cuts and bruises. You gave him a sweet smile, lightly brushing away the tear tracks with your thumb.
“Hi, Kyle. I sorry I didn’t listen to you this morning. I…the truck just came out of nowhere. I shouldn’t have scared you-”
“No no no no no, don’t you dare apologize, this isn’t your fault, Y/N.”
“It isn’t yours either, Kyle Spencer. And why on earth would this keep me from marrying you? I love you, so I mean…But don’t you dare propose while I look like this.” Your tone turned teasing as you laughed slightly, ending in a cough.
“Hey, hey, hey. You’re in the hospital. It’s okay.” Kyle’s smile was back at your attempt to make him happy, before immediately shifting back to concern. “Go back to sleep. I’m not leaving.”
Woo!! I finally posted something again! This took me like twenty minutes and I haven’t proofread it so I apologize for any mistakes. I am still sick, so bear with me. Enjoy Kyle, my smol pure son.