—“accidents happen.”

thats what subspace told himself as his body shook in fear as he stared at your heart monitor.

he remembered the words you spoke to him before you were flunked in the hospital,

“subspace. . ? i- i’m scared. . .” while he held your weak hand.

just hours before; he was at the control center for a massive subspace trip-mine he’s been working on, when someone sabotaged his work by increasing the hydrogen. and just before, he sent you to check on it. you were just leaving the testing sight, when everything else exploded. since he was kind of immune to the infection of the poisonous gas, he knew damn well, you weren’t.

when he rushed over to your side; you already were coughing up blood- tears in your eyes that didn’t fit, the way you tried grasping onto his clothes while he rushed you to the emergency room.

now, at least a rhythmic pulse beating at lessened his grief, to know you’re still alive.