thank fuck you were the result of two anxiety ridden ER surgeons, because if they didn’t pack your suitcase full of bandages and disinfectants and what not, nat probably wouldn’t have made it out alive.

when the plane crashed, a huge shard of metal dug into natalie’s skin and left her with a disgusting gash on her thigh, something rising in her throat as she looked at it.

you helped the others push the door open, getting a glimpse of natalie’s leg and almost throwing up. you rushed around to find your suitcase, desperate to help her. something dripped down your pale face, and you couldn’t tell if it was sweat or tears.

after what felt like hours of searching, you collapsed onto the ground next to your suitcase and opened it with trembling hands. it seemed like it only just hit you that the plane fucking crashed, and you started shaking all over and sobbing, almost choking as you rummaged feverishly through your bag.

eventually coming across the supplies your parents had packed for you, you called out for natalie, rushing over to her upon seeing her. “it’s gonna be okay, don’t worry—“ but your trembling voice said differently as you watched your girlfriend bleed and cry.

you and nat had been in a relationship, secret relationship, for a few months and you knew just how much you’d give to know she made it out alive.

“try your best to hold your leg still, baby, it’s okay.” you whispered, disinfecting her wound as best as you could, trying your best to be gentle.

luckily you’d made it out with as much as a few bruises and minor cuts, so you didn’t have to focus on yourself, but it was hard for you to see her in this state.

“it hurts, it hurts it hurts—“ natalie whimpered in between choked sobs, tears mixing with the dirt scattered across her face as her nails dug into the bottom of her leg, a desperate attempt to hold it still.

“am— am i gonna be okay?” natalie asked weakly, as if she didn’t want to know the answer.