#sooo this was kinda trash but im just going off of my account from last week

[emmyrosee]

i was in a car crash a couple hours ago and i feel awful and i just wanna be held :( could you write a little something about axel comforting his girl after a crash? no one is hurt im just very upset

Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I was in an accident myself last week, so I gotchu baby.

I’m glad everyone is safe as they can be❤️

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The bright, fluorescent lights of the hospital let no shadows dance though the hallways of your shallow room. Your phone exploded with text messages, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look. You didn’t want to do anything that might irritate your muscles even more, you were too lucky to not have any major injuries.

The door opens with a wild swing, in the door frame stood a wild-looking Axel.

“Jesus Christ,” he said breathlessly, dashing over to you. You brace yourself for a tight, rough hug that could hurt your neck even further, but it never comes. Instead, he kneels in front of you and takes your hands in his, kissing your knuckles. “Are you okay? Fuck- of course you’re not okay, I mean are you seriously busted? I went to the scene and there’s still cops and I got here as fast as I could, I closed the shops early so I could take care of you and-“

“Axel, please,” you whisper, pulling your hand to touch your head and massage your temples. He releases a shaky breath and a quiet apology. You sigh, “I’m okay. Minor whiplash and I’ll have a lingering, rolling headache. I’m fine. You’re fine. Insurance will be fine.”

He looks up at you with his wide eyes, “how bad was it?”

You smile tiredly and brushed the hair out of his face, “you should see the other guy.”

He chuckles around his sniffles, and when he looks back up at you with glassy eyes, you shake your head. “No, fuck you, don’t cry stop-“

“I’m sorry,” he says, wiping his eyes. “I just... wasn’t prepared to have a cop give me a hospital address. I’m just so fucking happy it’s not as bad as it could’ve been...”

“I’m fine,” you whisper again. Axel sighs and stands up slowly, smiling and leaning down to kiss your head, squeezing your hand. You lean forwards to cuddle into his chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne and oil as if to cement it to memory. He smells so good. So fucking good. He’s so protective, so fucking incredible. You can’t believe how much your big bad mechanic loves you.

He kisses your head and wraps his arms around you, gently pressing his fingers into the tense muscles of your neck to release them. You swallow thickly and wrap your arms tightly around him, and when he kisses your head again, you gently release a wave of pent up, exhausted, stressed, and terrified tears.

“It’s alright, babygirl,” he says in your hair. “You’re alive. And that’s all that fucking matters to me right now. I’ve got you.”