💖 Don't forget to vote/comment! 💖

***Milo's POV***

The sound jolts me from my sleep. Pain radiates through my chest. My ribs protest my labored breathing. I can't breathe. It fucking hurts to exist. The pain takes me back to a time when my battered body had to fight, struggle to heal.

Not again. Not. Fucking. Again.

The horns around us are so loud. They are screaming, blaring in unison that we are in trouble. Sirens screech while tires squeal. The night sky explodes in radiant lights of both red and blue. My head throbs while I look around me, trying to comprehend what has happened.

Frantically, I yank away my seatbelt. My body lurches forward. My body screams in anger at my sudden movements. I climb across the seat where my husband leans against the steering wheel.

Blood trickles down his forehead. His nose cries in red stained tears. Everything becomes more than I can handle. I scream for Neko. Trying with difficulty, I gather my strength to call out louder in hopes of capturing his attention.

A loud bang at the window on Neko's side alerts me that people are aware, surrounding us. Like an idiot, I reach over my husband's slumped body to roll down the window. When it doesn't work, I panic. My breath escapes without sound. My hands pound on the dashboard.

The sound of sirens gets louder, causing me to look to my door for an escape. I breathe deeper seeing that my window is shattered. My door is concaved towards the inside of the truck. The hit must have been to my side. I reach for my face to feel for damage. I am shocked to realize that glass is mixed in with my hair, yet there is no blood on my skin when I pull my hand away.

Worriedly, I try to find a place where I can get out or maybe the emergency team can get in. My husband needs medical attention. Soon. They have to get to work on Neko. He has yet to move.

The firefighter pokes his head in my window after clearing the remaining glass. His covered hands move the shards to the side. His hand gestures me to move towards him. I know I have to. I don't want to leave Neko all alone.

"My husband. He's not awake." I try to plead with the responder to focus on the real issue. Neko needs assistance.

"We need you out of the vehicle. We will tend to him. Please. What is your name?" The firefighter reaches for me. I scoot carefully over the glass to meet him most of the way.

"I'm Milo. That's Neko. Get me out so you can help him." I allow the man to pull me from the window before handing me off to a paramedic.

I am fine. I don't need help. I'm breathing. I think I am. It still feels like I can't breathe even though I am obviously doing just that.

"You're okay. You're husband will be as well. Just let us check on you. Then, we can update you on him." The blonde EMT sends me a comforting smile that does little to ease my troubled mind.

"How long have you two been married?" She wipes at my arm. The gauze comes away with red stains. I don't even know if the blood belongs to me.

"A while." I sneer my words towards her. I know she is trying to help. I can't think straight at the moment. Then again, have I ever?

"Do you have kids?" She continues firing questions at me. My head is a little more clear on this subject.

"One son and a dog. Luke is four months. Cash is two." I nod my head at my successful answer.

"That sounds lovely." She smiles while bandaging my arm, alerting me that it must have been my blood. Oh well, I have seen more.

"What are they doing?" I move to see around her to little avail. The truck is covered by a machine that is working to remove the door from the vehicle.

"They are using the jaws of life. That will be the quickest way to get your husband to safety." I nod along with her explanation. I will take her word for it. I don't really have a choice.

"Incoming." The booming voice of a male attendant brings my attention to look back towards the scene. My heart practically jumps in elation. I see Neko on a stretcher. He isn't moving but, he isn't in a body bag. That is all that fucking matters in this moment.

Two paramedics stand on each side of my husband's gurney. Each of them hold him still while a fifth pushes the stretcher towards a second ambulance.

"I want to see him." My demand is loud. I hope I'm not being abrasive.

"You are both being transported to the hospital. You must stay in this ambulance. They need space to stabilize him in the other." As she speaks, the doors of my own bus close. I don't bother arguing. I know a lost cause when it is presented.

"My phone." I whine unintelligibly.

"Here. I got both of them. Just let someone know what's going on." She places both of our phones in my hand softly. I smile gently at her. She is really good at her job.

I sit up on the gurney while they strap me down. The last time I was on one of these things I do not remember it. Now I wish I could forget this as well. My mind struggles to remember what I was supposed to be doing.

"Text your family, sweetheart." A second female sends me another smile. I return it, allowing them to continue to check my artificial wounds.

I send a text in a group chat. I inform my family of our accident, telling them that I'm okay. I also let them know that Neko is in worse shape. I let the paramedic finish telling them which hospital, filling in any information that I am not a privy to.

"We will be there shortly. Your family will meet us. You should be fine to join them once we run a few tests. You're lucky, that could have been so much worse." I nod along to the epiphany. I will call it luck when my husband can tell me that he is okay.

We pull into the hospital. I am only aware of this by the fact that we come to a stop. The doors come open slowly to my transport. I watch with my eyes rolling as they treat me with fragility. My eyes trail over to the second bus which pulls up with more speed. The doors fly open for Neko as they pull him simultaneously from the back of the ambulance.

I feel a tiny bit comforted by the fact that they remain calm. I am glad someone is in control. God knows that I am not.

They quickly disappear with my husband behind the second set of sliding doors. I know these hospitals. They are taking him straight back. My suspicions are confirmed with the words of the paramedics.

A third ambulance flies to the scene. The body they pull from that emergency vehicle is hastily pushed into the same doors Neko was tucked behind. It comes to my attention that the vehicle that hit us would have been manned as well.

I hope the driver is okay.

Unnecessary guilt starts seeping into me. I hope we are not at fault. That body seemed to be a bit more shattered than my husband's. The paramedic sitting on top of the gurney was steadily pumping into the person's chest.

I take a moment to send a prayer to the gods above that both people behind those doors find strength to make it. I also make a mental note to ask about the driver at a more appropriate time.

It takes a couple hours for the doctors to check me over. Periodically they allow a few of my family members to come back, one at a time, to get the details of our ordeal while checking up on my mental state.

Thankfully, I am told that Neko is coherent. I am not able to see him yet. However, I have been promised it won't be much longer. My convoy of visitors never ends, causing me to repeat the situation a few too many times for my liking. I will admit that it keeps my mind at bay when I am talking rather than sitting here, staring at cream colored walls alone.

"We are moving your husband to a room. We will get you up there as soon as we can." A nurse comes in to check my vitals while giving me promising news.

My feet bounce back and forth in anticipation of finally being reunited with Batman. My moment to relax comes faster than I expect. My nurse pushes my wheel chair down the corridors then into an elevator.

My smile breaks out nearly cracking my cheekbones. When the nurse opens the door to my husband's room, he is sitting up in the bed staring directly towards me. I have to keep my composure not to jump up and run to him.

"Hey Koala. I'm sorry." Neko smiles softly at me. His bandaged head makes him look far more delicate than I like. I open my mouth to speak but scream instead when my eyes land on his leg. It is in a cast.

"What happened?" I urge the nurse to get me closer with a nudge to her hand.

"It's fractured. I'm fine. Lost consciousness for a few. I'm okay love." Neko waves his hand at me to have me brought to him. I sigh in relief over his explanation.

"The other guy?" I ask quickly. The nurse helps me into Neko's bed. I cuddle carefully into his side. Settling beside him, I thank the lady after she covers our bodies with a warm blanket.

"He's in surgery. He should be fine. I will have the family come up to update you if they are agreeable." The nurse walks out, leaving me to check over Neko as if I have any expertise.

"I'm really okay. I'm just so glad you are. I love you." Neko's warm arms circle around me. He pulls me tightly.

"Easy Hulk. I got bruised ribs." I kiss his lips this time, happy that he is still able to do this.

"Shit never goes as planned." Neko swipes his hand down his face. I feel for him. Broken legs are no joke. I still remember mine. I can't forget actually. The rain reminds me. The cold reminds me. Too much of anything causes the old injury to growl out to me. I deal with it. At least I am alive.

"How long is your sentence?" I lightly joke with my husband.

"A couple of days. They just want to monitor the injury. They also want to check my head since I hit the window or the steering wheel, maybe both." Neko looks me over. Seemingly pleased, he doesn't bother commenting on my one bandage or the tiny butterfly wrap on the corner of my temple.

"Yay, I get you home for the rest of the week." Giddy at the thought, I start thinking of all the ways I will take care of my husband. It's a crappy situation. But, I rarely get the chance to dote on him.

"My little nurse. Does that come with a sexy outfit?" Neko smirks at me. My eyes close while I shake my head. The lust never dies, thank god.

"I will wear whatever you want. Or, I may just wear nothing at all." I wink at my Batman already knowing that he will argue for my birthday suit. If that's what makes him happy, he will win that argument.

"Goddess, you make this seem like a dream instead of a nightmare." Neko brushes his lips against mine carefully. I dive into his mouth with my tongue. I need to taste that he is okay.

"Easy killer. I don't need an erection at the moment." Neko smiles at me when my eyes trail down the covers. Too late. We both have a little tent beginning to pitch.

Our reunion is welcomingly interrupted as our family fills the room. I am happy to hold our sleeping son in my arms. Neko smiles while his thumb caresses Luke's soft head.

We answer the usual questions requesting our physical, mental and emotional state. After a very long session of questions and answers, they all seem satisfied. I promise to go home tomorrow seeing as I am not being admitted.

After another round of check ups with the nurses, they agree to let me stay with Batman. That was in their best interest seeing as I was not leaving regardless.

Our night ends much the same as the previous one. A few bandages are added to the mix but, we are okay. Luckily the family of the guy that hits us does come up to give us the news that he will be fine.

Apparently, he is a long distance trucker. He was on his way in from a week out. He was less than prepared for the fog. His brakes weren't as touchy as he had hoped. He accidentally ran the red light, plowing into our vehicle. While he is responsible for the accident, we won't be looking into suing him. Accidents happen. There is no need to exacerbate the situation in a legal battle.

All that matters is that we are all going to recover. What could have been a deadly situation turned out to be okay. We all still have one another. All of us will be able to see another day. That's more than I could of asked for. I'm just glad the gods were awake when we collided. Divine intervention was on our side.