harry styles · one direction · 2013 · car accident · vulnerable · injured · panic · angst · fanfiction · trauma
Rain lashes the windshield as Harry’s car screeches into the St. Mary’s ER bay, tires smoking. He bursts from the vehicle, keys still in hand, jacket flapping in the wind. The automatic doors slide open to reveal chaos: flashing lights, rushing gurneys. He scans the room, heart hammering against his ribs, searching for a familiar face among the strangers. The air smells of antiseptic and panic. He spots the paramedic from the phone call, who nods toward a curtained bay. Harry pushes through the crowd, his eyes locking onto you, pale but conscious, clutching a fractured arm. The world narrows to this moment, to the sight of you hurting, and he breaks into a run.