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For: Olivia
Finally, after a long day of work, you were at home, in bed, and cuddling up to Mr. Bananas. It was 9:47pm when you actually fell asleep.
You were awoken by a yell and saw Dallas, your boyfriend of almost one year, lying on the floor holding his nose.
"Oh my gosh! What happened? Are you okay?" You panicked.
"You punched me!"
You couldn't help but laugh a little, but Dally did not think that it was funny.
"I am so sorry!" you said through laughter and pulled him to the bathroom of your empty house. Your parents were not home very often.
You sat him down on the side of the bathtub. You looked at the clock: 1:24. You searched through the cabinet to find something to somewhat stop the swelling of his nose. You pulled out a little bottle of cream. Dallas, having no idea what it was, let you apply it to his nose. He winced along the way and you were trying to be careful. Once you were finished, you looked at the bottle more closely and started to giggle.
"What now, (Y/N)?" Dally said, impatient.
"This is not something to stop swelling. This is something to stop rashes on babies bums."
You started a laughing fit when you saw Dallas's face. It was priceless.
"What are you waiting for? Get this crap off my face!" Dallas yelled. You were still laughing while you were wiping it off.
After many tries, both of you realized you were not any good at playing doctor. Dally and you just ended up lying in your bed, playing with each others fingers.
"I really am sorry." You admitted.
"Yeah, whatever, your just lucky I love you."
"I know."
"You sure can pack a punch, though, girly." He pecked your nose and you carefully returned it to his nose.
"I learn from the best." He smiled proudly."Thanks for coming over."
"No problem. Just don't punch me again." You smirked.
"No promises."
I hoped it was what you asked for, Olivia.
-Andi
For: Olivia
Finally, after a long day of work, you were at home, in bed, and cuddling up to Mr. Bananas. It was 9:47pm when you actually fell asleep.
You were awoken by a yell and saw Dallas, your boyfriend of almost one year, lying on the floor holding his nose.
"Oh my gosh! What happened? Are you okay?" You panicked.
"You punched me!"
You couldn't help but laugh a little, but Dally did not think that it was funny.
"I am so sorry!" you said through laughter and pulled him to the bathroom of your empty house. Your parents were not home very often.
You sat him down on the side of the bathtub. You looked at the clock: 1:24. You searched through the cabinet to find something to somewhat stop the swelling of his nose. You pulled out a little bottle of cream. Dallas, having no idea what it was, let you apply it to his nose. He winced along the way and you were trying to be careful. Once you were finished, you looked at the bottle more closely and started to giggle.
"What now, (Y/N)?" Dally said, impatient.
"This is not something to stop swelling. This is something to stop rashes on babies bums."
You started a laughing fit when you saw Dallas's face. It was priceless.
"What are you waiting for? Get this crap off my face!" Dallas yelled. You were still laughing while you were wiping it off.
After many tries, both of you realized you were not any good at playing doctor. Dally and you just ended up lying in your bed, playing with each others fingers.
"I really am sorry." You admitted.
"Yeah, whatever, your just lucky I love you."
"I know."
"You sure can pack a punch, though, girly." He pecked your nose and you carefully returned it to his nose.
"I learn from the best." He smiled proudly."Thanks for coming over."
"No problem. Just don't punch me again." You smirked.
"No promises."
I hoped it was what you asked for, Olivia.
-Andi
“Where the hell is she?!?” I storm into the emergency room.
“Excuse me sir,” one of the nurses says, holding me back a little. “Who are you looking for?”
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s my girlfriend. I got a call. She was in some accident.” I saw, kind of throwing my hands all around.
“I’ll check for you. One minute please. Have a seat” The nurse said. But I saw it in her eyes. Something was wrong. I sat down, head in my hands.
The nurse walks back to talk to a doctor. They keep glancing over at me. Damnit. I wish they’d just tell me what was going on. The nurse nods her head, and the doctor starts walking toward me.
He stands in front of me. “You’re here for Ms. (Y/L/N)?”
“Yes sir.” I manage to say.
I see the sorriness in his eyes, and hear the sadness in his pause.
“I’m afraid she’s not going to make it.”
That was all I needed to hear before standing up.
