"Where the hell is she?"

Mark asked out loud, pacing back and forth in the kitchen. The rain was a steady patter on the roof and occasional lightning thunder rumbled above Mark's head. He slipped his phone out for the hundredth time and checked the time his screen showed.
"It's been an two hours already." He murmured, raking a hand nervously through his always disheveled hair. He was stricken horribly with guilt even as he watched you just walk out of the house. He should have stopped you, he knew he should of.
He let his anger get the best of him and he refused to be the first to apologize. Now, he was ready to get on his knees and plead for forgiveness. You had left your phone on the table, unable to let Mark reach you to know you're okay.
He walked to the window in the living room, leaning and scanning his eyes across the empty road. Fog rolled in thickly and blanketed the pavement as the wind whipped the trees around and streaked down the glass.
He tapped his fingers rapidly against his jeans, breathing air roughly through his lips. He had already called your closest friends and best friends, all of them saying they haven't seen you. Mark cursed and kicked he coffee table, sending it sprawling towards the ground.
He just wanted you to come back so he could spend the rest of the night apologizing and making up for it. He plopped down on the couch, sighing heavily and checking the window every few minutes. His phone vibrated on the table, making a shrill noise before Mark snatched the phone up quickly.
His excitement was quickly diminished when he realized it was just from his best friend, Jack. He opened his phone, eyes skimming the message his buddy had texted him.

"DUDE! Did you watch the news!? There's one hell of a crash near you!"

Mark scrunched his eyebrows together, looking up at the TV that lay turned off and black. He looked back down at his phone to see Jack had sent a picture of his own TV. It showed screenshot of some newscast.
The picture showed several police cars parked along the road and a wrecked car on the side of the road. Lights were flashing and the bottom of the screen read, "Two vehicles had a head on collision that sent one of them rolling down the hill. A body was discovered, no further information on that just yet."
Mark gulped, the room suddenly becoming very warm. He sat up straighter, looking closely at the screenshot. His hands had a slight tremor as he forced his fingers to type his friend back.

"I had no idea this had happened. Where exactly is it?"

At this point, Mark was trembling and pushing himself off the couch to grab his shoes. He shook his head, feeling the room spin as he grabbed his keys from the counter and ran to the door.
"No, no, no, no." He mumbled over and over, knees growing weak and having to hold onto the door for support. He took deep breaths, sweat dotting his forehead as he shoved the door open and ran out into the rain. His mouth grew dry and his stomach was flipping in a nauseating manner.
As Mark slammed the car door closed, his phone vibrated again. He pulled it out to see Jack explain the ambulance just left and was heading to their local hospital. Mark nodded, throwing his phone into the passenger seat and starting the engine.
"Please don't let it be (y/n), please don't let it be (y/n)." He prayed, tears pricking the corner of his eyes. He flew out of the driveway, flinging rocks around and mud splashing as he tore down the highway. He took more deep breaths, willing the sickening urge to throw up to stay contained.
He blinked away tears as some made their way down his cheeks as he leaned forward to see better. He passed few cars and had to force himself to slow down to get through the fog. The car swerved a little from his hands jerking and trembling.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Mark whispered, voice breaking as he finally made it into town. After a few minutes he found the hospital and sloppily parked his car. He shoved his wet hair from his face as he jumped out the door and rushed into the double doors.
His shoes squeaked on the tiled floor as he threw himself onto the front counter and slapped his hands down. The lady behind it jumped, startled by Mark's sudden appearance. His bottom lip quivered as he rubbed his face and felt his eyes burning.
"I-Is (f/n) (l/n) h-here? Is she..is she here?" He asked breathlessly, catching he stares of people waiting in chairs and discussing quietly before being interrupted by Mark. The lady hesitated for a moment but grabbed a binder under her desk and flipped through some pages.
Mark's heart was pounding in his chest as he watched the lady scan each page. He sighed loudly, growing impatient. This is my fault..this is all my fault, Mark thought angrily. I shouldn't have let her leave, I should've apologized, I caused this. He sniffled, eyes watery and slipped down his cheeks.
"She just came in 45 minutes ago to head into surgery. Poor girl had a head on collision with another driver. She completely went over the edge of a hill. From what it looks like, she's been in surgery for about four hours and resting up in room 110. Although the surgery should have taken longer, it seems like her vitals responded stronger than they thought she would." Mark's head snapped up at the sound of the lady's voice.
"No.." He said weakly, shaking his head. The lady looked confused but Mark started jogging down the hallway, eyes searching for the right numbers. After making it down the end of the hallway, he saw the right number on the left side of the hall.
He wasted no time in pushing the door open and walking inside. He covered his mouth, more tears wetting his face. You were laying in the hospital bed, covers pulled up to your stomach. Your chest was wrapped in white and bulky gauze, along with your arms and head.
Bruises covered your soft and pink flesh, swollen cheek and busted lip. Your face was scattered with fresh cuts and your nose was irritated and red.
Mark let out a muffled sob through his hand, stepping closer. Tubes were connected to your wrist and blood was steadily dripping into your arm. Occasional beeping could be heard from the monitors placed behind you.
Mark walked up and grabbed your hand. He tried calming himself down but he only managed to make himself cry harder. He kneeled, bringing your hand up to his trembling lips where he placed a kiss on your knuckles and leaned his forehead on them.
"I'm so sorry, (y/n). This is all my fault. You did nothing wrong, you never do anything wrong. I let my stupid temper get the best of me and I cause this. I caused this, this is all my fault. Why do I ruin everything. I'm so sorry.."
Mark said hoarsely, kissing your hand softly and grasping it in both hands while he kept his head lowered. He let the tears run freely, sobbing as he held your hand tightly. His head raced with thoughts of anger and accusations towards himself. He was a horrible man, a horrible person, a horrible boyfriend, a horrible hu-
"That's enough, stop that nonsense." You whispered, voice a little scratchy and eyes only slightly opened. Your hand removed from his as you reached up and ran a hand through his damp hair, tugging your lips into a small smile. Mark gasped, standing up and caressing your face in his hands.
"(Y/n)?! Are you okay?! Do you feel any pain, discomfort, pain..did I mention pain!? I'm so sorry, I'm such an awful person. I'm a horrible human being and I should've never let you walk away. I'm so sorry.." He trailed off, voice choked up as his eyes shimmered with tears.
You frowned, tugging his hand until he bent down and allowed you to hold his face in your hands. You opened your eyes more, ignoring the twinges of pain from your torso. You don't remember much, just how you were dangling from your seatbelt before passing out.
One minute you were staring at a crushed windshield and crumpled picture of Mark, the next you were in a hospital with Mark actually in front of you. You shushed him, giving him a look before running your thumbs under his eyes to wipe away the tears forming on his splotchy and red face.
"We both would've never saw this coming. We were both mad at each other and I'm the one who decided to leave. It was my dumb decision to drive in this weather. You were angry and we both let our emotions get out of control." You said quietly, blinking away the blurry vision so you could see his warm brown eyes.
"Never ever call yourself dumb. You're never dumb and I should've never called you that. It was uncalled for you and you're so beautiful and smart and charming and amazing and..my whole world. You're not stupid or dumb..you're the love of my life.
When I'm holding you, I'm holding my entire world. You mean so much to me and the thought of having you be ripped away from me is enough to kill me on the spot. I should've never let my anger get to me and I caused you to walk out in a storm.
You're the love of my life and I never ever want to see you hurt. Now look at you, you can't even get out of bed. I feel so awful, (y/n), I'm so sorry." He apologized again, interlocking his fingers with yours.
You squeezed his hand weakly, letting go and patting the spot beside you. He arched an eyebrow and started shaking his head. You jutted your lip out, patting the spot again and scooting over. You made a face, placing a hand on your stomach. Mark's face showed intense guilt as he looked down at the floor and sighed.
"Get over here or so help me I'll get out of this bed and kick your ass." You joked, smirking as you saw him scoff and roll his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck before sighing and making his way over to the other side of you. Gently, he laid beside you as you quickly laid your head on his chest and grabbed his hand.
"I forgive you, Mark. You were angry, I was angry. It wasn't a good way to deal with it. I'm going to be okay, I promise. The doctors came in before you and said I could leave in a few days after staying for observation.
Just some cuts and internal bruising, a little head injury but no concussion thankfully. The doctors stopped the bleeding before it could get dangerous. I'll be sore as hell but I'm lucky to even be alive." You muttered, playing with his fingers as you shivered at the thought of dying in your car.
Mark noticed, hugging you closer and kissing the top of your head. He gripped your hand, resting his cheek on your head. He lifted his head, pushing his finger under your chin and making you look up at him. You smiled, relieved to see him smiling back.
"I love you, you know that right? I won't ever let that happen again. Ever. I mean it.." He said, leaning close to brush his lips against yours. You nodded, reaching up and placing a hand on the side of his cheek. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch and turning his head to kiss the palm of your hand.
"I love you more." He opened his eyes, leaning forward and softly pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was slow and sweet, you knew the guilt he felt was killing him. You kissed him back, turning your head to the side and deepening the kiss.
"I love you most." He said after pulling again, pecking your nose and pushing your head down on his chest. You settled in, yawning as he kissed your forehead before pulling the covers up to your chest and cuddling you as close as he could get. Sighing in content, you appreciated the gentle belly rubs Mark was giving on your aching stomach and kissed his neck.
"I love you to the moon and back."
"Impossible."
"Possible.."

(Ehhhhh this was badddddd. Hhaaahhhhaaa I'm sorrrrrryyyyy XD. I know I said that all the time but you are your own worst critic XD.)