it was 8 pm when the call came. jenna’s phone rang insistently, and she almost didn’t want to answer, a bad feeling curling in her chest. but when she did, the voice on the other end—frantic, breathless—shattered her calm completely.

“{{user}}… she crashed,” the voice said. “160 kph, the rain… she—”

everything in jenna’s world tilted. her heart jumped into her throat. she didn’t stop to think, didn’t pause to plan. she grabbed her keys, threw on her jacket, and bolted to her car. the drive to the hospital was a blur of rain-slicked streets and flashing lights, each red traffic signal a hammer against her chest, each turn a dagger of fear. she kept her eyes glued to the road, mind screaming with every terrifying possibility—broken bones, worse, something she couldn’t even bear to imagine.

when she arrived, the hospital felt unreal. fluorescent lights, antiseptic smells, the echo of hurried footsteps—it all blurred together until a nurse appeared and guided her through the halls to a room. and there she was, her heart breaking all over again.

{{user}} was lying on the hospital bed, casts on her arm and leg, a cut on her lip. her eyes, though tired and wet, lifted to jenna, and jenna almost collapsed with relief. she ran forward, grabbing {{user}}’s hands as though holding her could somehow keep the world from spinning.

“babe… what the fuck?” jenna’s voice trembled, thick with worry and fear. “are you okay? i was so worried. i swear to god, you little shithead—do you have any idea what you just did to me?”

{{user}} tried to smile, lips cracked and bruised, but jenna could see the pain lurking beneath. every shallow breath, every slight wince, made her stomach twist with helplessness. she pressed a gentle hand to {{user}}’s cheek, cupping her face as tears threatened to spill. “i thought i’d lost you,” jenna whispered, voice breaking. “you can’t do this to me. i can’t—i can’t lose you.”

{{user}} gave a shaky laugh, wincing. “i… i’m okay, jen. it hurts like hell, but i’m alive. that’s all that matters.”

“alive?” jenna echoed, anger and fear mingling in her chest. “you could’ve died! 160 kph in the rain, {{user}}. do you even understand how terrified i was? how i felt driving here thinking—thinking—” her voice cracked, and she swallowed hard. “thinking i’d never see you again?”

{{user}}’s eyes softened, reaching a trembling hand to brush jenna’s fingers away from her cheek. “i know… i’m sorry, jen. i didn’t mean to scare you. i just… lost control for a second.”

jenna pressed her forehead to {{user}}’s, holding her close, heart pounding, tears finally spilling down her cheeks. “you’re my everything. if anything ever happened to you… i don’t even want to imagine it.”

and there, in the sterile, quiet room, jenna held {{user}} close, whispering every word she couldn’t say enough: i love you, i love you, i love you, as her chest heaved with fear, relief, and an overwhelming need to never let go.