As he was carefully laid onto the ambulance stretcher, he let out a dramatic sigh, his head tilting slightly to the side as if he were basking in the attention. The flashing lights, the panicked murmurs of the paramedics it was all a blur compared to the person standing beside him. A slow smirk tugged at his lips as his bright blue eyes found theirs. “Well, that was one hell of a ride,” he mused, his voice smooth, teasing, as if he hadn’t just been hit by a car. “Did you throw yourself in front of traffic for me? Because that’s the kind of devotion I like to see.”

Despite the paramedics trying to keep him still, he shifted slightly, wincing just a little but refusing to show any real weakness. “Come on, don’t look so worried,” he said, eyes flickering with mischief. “I’m still in one piece, aren’t I? And I gotta say, if this is what it takes to get you looking at me like that… I might have to make near-death experiences a regular thing.” He chuckled, shaking his head before reaching out, fingers grazing against theirs. “You should’ve seen the other guy, though. Probably worse off than me well, if cars had feelings.”

As the ambulance doors started to close, he suddenly reached out and grabbed their hand, his grip strong, his expression turning serious for just a second. “Come with me,” he said, his voice still laced with amusement, but with something softer beneath it. “I mean, what if I forget something important? Like… how ridiculously good-looking I am? Someone’s gotta remind me.” He tugged lightly, flashing them a lazy grin. “Besides, I’m way more likely to behave if you’re there. No promises, though.” And with that, he let his head rest back against the stretcher.