**my bb Dylan was run over by a car during filming for the death cure ah this is for him #getbetterdylan**

      Y/N POV

I loved working on set with Dylan. It gave me time to be with him, much more than if I was simply somewhere cross country, crying about him not being next to me.

     So, you could say getting casted in The Death Cure is a tremendous miracle sent truly from the heavens
above.

 
   "Okay, Y/N, Dylan- we want you to hop the car one more time. We're going to get this perfect." The director smiled before taking his seat once more.

   "Ready?" I looked to Dylan, smirking as I swung the fake rifle over my shoulder. He rolled his eyes and brushed off his shoulder.

"I was born ready, baby." He winked, before getting into place.

God, I fell in love with a dork, I smiled to myself, getting to my mark.

"Okay- and. . . Action!"

"Thomas- go!" I shouted, running behind him. He looked to me desperately, before letting out a groan and running forward.

   He started looking at the car that was speeding towards him, ready to jump and slide over the hood.

    "Thomas!" I yelled. He leaped off his feet and his entire body began making its way off the car, until a horrifying click noise went off.

   The car began jerking and Dylan went forward instead of over the car, dropping him straight in front of the car. I screeched to a stop as Dylan made a agonizing scream when the car didn't stop. Now, under the middle of the car, Dylan was lying in pain.

   "Dylan!" I screamed, dropping the prop. I sprinted quickly and dropped next to the car, grabbing his arms.

   "Help me get him out!" I screamed and finally people began moving. Two men rushed to me and assisted in ripping Dylan out from under the car.

   "I need an ambulance here- right now!" I heard a yell. "This is an open compound fracture! He's losing blood fast!"

   A strangled sob randomly erupted, and I realized tears were already falling.

  "Dylan! Dylan, you're going to be okay. You're fine." I assured him as he grunted and squirmed under my hold.

  My heart stung as I watched him wither in pain on the floor, when there was nothing I could do. The only thing I could do was sit here and let his hand grip mine. It hurt like hell, but I knew he was going through much worse.

  "EMS, ma'am, please evacuate the premises. We need to get the man on a gurney." I heard a gruff voice.

  "O-okay." I nodded, turning to Dylan before I left him. "It's gonna be okay, all right? You're gonna be fine."

  I backed away and they hoisted him as gently as they could onto the stretcher, but Dylan still cried out. I winced and watched as the wheeled him to the ambulance.

   Rushing behind him, I grabbed the handle and began climbing in.

"Ma'am, what are you doing?"

I looked back to see a disapproving EMS man, ready to take me off the back of the ambulance.

"I'm riding with my hurt boyfriend to the hospital. That's what I'm doing." I snapped, before fully climbing in and hurriedly grabbing Dylan's shaking hand. I sniffled and rubbed his knuckles soothingly, the sight of an oxygen mask over his face scaring me.

•

Bouncing my foot, I sat uncomfortably in the waiting room chair. Dylan has been in the room for two hours now and they wouldn't give me any information.

I was pissed.

The person I love was just rushed into critical condition and you won't let me see him?

   It was another five minutes and countless head turns that a doctor finally walks up to me directly.

   I immediately stood up, clasping my hands together, rubbing the nervously.

  "How is he?" I quickly asked.

The doctor simply looked to me, a sympathetic glance. My body shivered at the thought of something going wrong- the only reason a doctor would ever give that look.

"Is. He. Okay." I said, my words cut and dry as I tried to keep my composure.

"Miss, we can't exactly give intel on the situation right now. . ." He trailed off.

"Yes, you can tell me right now." I nodded, freaking out.

   "I assure you, we are doing the best we can!" He yelled, before recomposing him self. With a breath, he looked to me again.

 
   "Your boyfriend is being treated as we speak, and I will come to get you to see him when he is done. I promise you, we are only here to help."

    His words made me at ease. He's right, obviously. It's what hospitals do. I shut off my nerves and nodded with a smile, sitting back down in my chair.

   "I'm sorry." I spoke quietly to the doctor. He nodded in understanding, before walking back down the hallway.

•

   "Miss?"

   "Mrs. O'Brien?"

  My eyebrows furrowed as I woke up, remembering my insanely uncomfortable position in the waiting chair. The name the nurse called out finally registered.

   "I-Um, we're just dating." I smiled to her tiredly as I sat up right.

   She nodded, but the smile on her face revealed she really didn't think of it.

    "Not with the way he talks about you."

   I raised an eyebrow. "When did you hear-"

   "Honey, for surgeries like your boyfriends, we administer a, laughing gas I suppose. Anesthesia. The boy was so loopy, he couldn't stop blabbering about the "beautiful princess waiting for him". " She smirked.

   I felt a blush run across my cheeks, giddy on the inside at the thought of Dylan mindlessly gabbling on about how much he liked me.

   "Shall I bring the princess to her prince?" The nurse smiled. I let out a small laugh, nodding excitedly. She began walking and I stood up, following.

   We took a small walk down the hallway, before we met Dylan's door, his name plastered to the folder next to the door frame.

   "He's awake and ready. Non-loopy." She wiggled her eyebrows. I smiled and placed my hand on the handle as she walked away, turning a corner.

   I snapped the door open softly, making more and more of an opening.

   Finally, I stepped in, seeing Dylan was already looking towards the door with a smile. I noticed a white bandage over his eyebrow, and a cast covering his right arm.

   "Hey." He grinned, sitting up straight now. I walked in further, all the worst case scenarios escaping my head.

   "Hey." I croaked out. I moved to stand next to his bed, his left hand reaching forward as he grabbed one of mine.

   "You're still here?" He asked, staring at me as I felt his thumb massage my knuckles soothingly.

  "Of course." I smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. "I wouldn't leave even if they tried to make me."

   He chuckled to himself and nodded.

"Well, I'm glad you are here. You're definitely better to look at than this ceiling." He grumbled.

   I laughed and looked up, seeing it was a plain green and white tile.

   "Well, thank god." I joked.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, looking over him once more.

   He shrugged. "The cast is itchy but, other than that I'm fine. What about you?"

   "Me?" I coughed. "You got hurt!"

"I know that!" He laughed. "It's just- I thought about if you were here where I am right now, and I know I would've totally freaked out."

I shrugged and nodded, adding a small laugh.

"I guess I did freak out. I was just worried." I smiled.

"I know, baby." He hummed, squeezing my hand for a second.

"I love you. And I am going to be here with you until you get out." I smiled, laying down next to him. He released my hand and instead, set his left arm behind my shoulders, allowing me to rest my head on his arm.

"I know. I love you more." He whispered.

   "So, prince. . ." I started, making him groan.

   "They told me about that." He whined, making me break into laughter and eventually, he joined, before kissing the top of my head lovingly.

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A/N:: I want Dylan to call me baby *cries in 10 languages*

aw ily guys