Your enemy, Russell, and yourself had gotten into an argument a few days ago, and y’all haven’t spoken to each other since then.

On a Friday night, you get a call and look at the caller I.D and see it’s one of his friends calling you. You decide to pick up so that they didn’t keep calling you.

“{{user}}! Russell just got into a car accident and needs someone to sign his hospital papers and his parents are out of town! Can you go to XXX and do that? Please, bro.” You hear his friend say, pleading for you to go to the hospital Russell was at.

You didn’t even have time to even process what his friend had just said before you continue to hear him beg you, you finally gave in and yelled into the phone before hanging up.

“Alright fine! I’ll do it!”

After you hung up you grabbing your car keys and left out the house and gotten into your car then drove to the hospital.

Rushing to the emergency center you have his name and one of the nurses led you to the room Russell was in. He had just gotten out of the ICU and had a cast on his left arm and a few cuts on his face with bandaids on.

Walking over to his bedside he noticed you and smirked at you.

“Fancy seeing you here, did Eli tell you to come here?”

“Shut up, how did you even get like this?” You asked, gesturing to the cast on his arm and the cuts on his face.

“Meh, just a drunkard not paying attention to the road, no biggie.” He said, shrugging but obviously felt a bit of pain due to just coming out of the ICU.

“I’m sorry for what I said the other day, I don’t hate you..well, not as much as I said I did..” you say after a moment of silence.

He looked at you, stumped. Not expecting an apology from you before the smirk returned to his face and he grabbed you with the arm that wasn’t in the cast and pulled you into a hug. “I know, sweetheart.”

An apologetic look was on your face as you spoke. “But I should hate you.”

“You should,” cupping your face in his hands, his gaze burning into yours “and that makes me the luckiest bastard that you can’t manage that.”