@liam payne, stop being so d.amn beautiful.

thanks.

btw, i don't edit any of my imagines, so if you see an error, point it out to me. because im too lazy to edit.

& the nurse is me af in this imagine.

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in a matter of seconds you vision went black. your mind was still awake but you felt blank, you felt like you didn't exist. you heard the screams of other people begging for help. ethan was next to you, but you couldn't see. you tried to open your eyes, but they would open.

open! you begged. i need to see if he's okay! please! your eyes remained still. the strangers tried to help by opening the door and gently carrying you and an unconscious ethan out. the ambulance soon showed with three fire trucks trailing behind it.

they hurry and jumped out of the vehicle and went to you and ethan. "can you hear me? squeeze my hand if you can," the emt worker asked. you squeezed his hand softly, and he yelled, "she's conscious! get in her in the vehicle now!" they put you on the stretcher and sent you away to the nearest hospital. you only though about ethan. was he going to live? was he okay? why did all of this happen so suddenly? and why did you feel so guilty?

when you arrived at the hospital you were immediately rushed to the surgery room. you were put under anesthesia and you slowly drifted away from reality.

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three hours later you woke up in a room where an iv was in your arm and the curtains were closed around you. what happened? you remember being in the car with ethan, and the both of you were singing and then he got mad and you both started to argue and that's it. everything was black from there.

ethan.

what happened to ethan? how could your mind possibly slip from ethan?

"nurse!" you yell and feel your heart beat rapidly.

he rushes in with a worried look on his face but it clears up when he sees your awake. "ah! you're awake."

"yes, where's ethan?" you asked in a hurry.

"who?"

"ethan dolan. he's my husband," you tell him.

his eyebrows suddenly rise as he says, "right! yes, he's right here, actually." he pulls the curtain back and next to you is ethan with stitches in his eyebrow and chin. he also has a cast on his left leg and left arm. you only had a cast on your right leg, you were both lucky you survived.

"ethan!" you cry.

he looks over at you and smiles. "y/n? what! i didn't know you were in here-baby! im so sorry," he begins. "im such an a.sshole and im sorry that i did this to us. i love you more than anything and i'd never ever try to hurt you and you know that. you're my wife, you know that," he cries. "god, i love you."

"awe, i think i need a tish," the nurse exclaims.

"i know, e. i love you more," you smile sweetly at him and wish for the both of you to be closer. "can you, uh?" you motion at the nurse to push your beds closer and he says a quick "oh!" before doing so.

his lips kiss yours in a sweet way before he caresses your face with his right hand. you melt under his touch and you both hear a snap.

"sorry! it's just s'cute!" the nurse fanboys over the both of you. he asks you both serious questions about what you remember and who you are. you both answer correctly and he leaves the room.

"im sorry," ethan whispers as you both hold hands-your left with his right.

"no, don't say that, e," you sigh. "we're fine, baby boy. shush." he kisses your temple before the both of you fall asleep holding hands.