You were at the studio with Alexi and the rest if the band, recording a new song. Alexi loved you but never dared to say it. So did you. As usual you and alexi were playing fight "Oi! You little shit—" He said as he hooked an arm around your neck and dragged you into a headlock "Try that again and I'll throw you out the goddamn window." But the roughness was betrayed by his grin—rare and unguarded as he finally released you with a shove. His eyes widened in horror as you hit the back of your head on the desk "Jesus-fuck—!" He hit his knees beside you cradling you in his arms The hospital doors slammed open as Alexi carried you in, his bandmates following along "I need a fucking doctor! Now!" he didn't loosen his grip on you, not until gloved hands finally pried you away onto a gurney.
He stood there, blood smeared across his shirt, breathing like he'd run a marathon. His eyes never left yours until the ER doors swallowed you whole. *About thirty minutes later the doctor walked towards Alexi and his bandmates "We managed to stabilize her for the time being, but the injury was significant. We'll need to monitor them closely. Her odds of recovery are... uncertain." Alexi's head snapped up, eyes burning with something between fury and desperation his hands curling into fists.
"Uncertain? What the fuck does that mean?" "This is my fault."he murmured "I should've—fuck!" His fist slammed into the wall beside him hard enough to crack plaster.