Countdown: Bob Floyd X Reader

Chapter 12

Ringing in my ears was all I could hear, I tried opening my eyes but the lights around me were too harsh. Confused I sat up looking around me trying to figure out where I was, the smells of chemicals burned my nose making my head hurt. Reaching up I felt a bandage wrapped around my forehead, which was sore to the touch. Wincing I pulled my hand down seeing an IV placed in my veins. 

I must be in the hospital. 

With my eyes still adjusting to the bright light I throw the itchy blankets off of me, swinging my legs to the ground. Trying to stand up I slipped and fell to the ground, looking at my legs I see they are both in casts. I heard shuffling around me and suddenly a pair of arms held themselves out to me. Looking up to see who they belonged to I saw a man, his face full of concern. Something swinging on his neck caught my attention, finally focusing my eyes on it I see its my ring on a chain. 

Confused I looked back at his face, there was a bruise on his cheek bone and his hair was long. But something about him was familiar, studying his features it started coming back to me who this man was. It was my boyfriend Bob, he just looks so different. 

"Bob?" I ask my voice croaked. Tears instantly filled his eyes pulling me into a hug he replied "Yeah It's me darling". He helped me back onto the bed and ran out to find a nurse. Still confused as to why I am in a hospital with two broken legs, Bob came walking back in followed by a nurse. 

"Hey their Miss. Benjamin how are you feeling?" The nurse asked checking my vitals. 

"Confused" I respond looking at Bob who was now standing next to me "I don't remember why I'm here". My voice started to shake as I panicked, where was Penny and Amelia, were they hurt too? 

Bob grabbed my hand in his attempting to calm me down. "What was the last thing you remember?" The nurse asked me shining a flashlight in my eyes. 

"I uh- we" I stumble over my words looking at Bob "we were at my house watching tv in the living room, I think it was after you came back from your mission." Worried I look at Bob's face, still not used to how different it looked. Reaching up I touched the bruise on his face "What happened?".

Bob grabbed my hand pulling it down "We were in a car accident, on our way home from dinner. Uh- that was.... that was three months ago." Bob's eyes were full of tears as he broke the news to me. 

3 months? 

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I couldn't hear anything the doctor was saying to me, zoning out after Bob broke the news. Three months? I can't believe I lost all that time with him. I can't believe he looks so different, his face seemed weathered away from the worry I put him through. 

I could not keep my eyes off Bob and the huge bruise on his face, if it was three months healed I would hate to see how he looked when it was fresh. I would hate to see how I look right now, can't imagine it's too pretty with gauze wrapped around my head and two casts on my legs. I noticed that they were my favorite color, smiling to myself I wondered if Bob told them to use my favorite color as something nice when I woke up. I could hear Bob saying something like "Hey even though you lost three months of your life and are currently bound to a wheelchair at least the casts are pretty" just to make me laugh. 

The doctor continues talking about muscle loss, memory loss, headaches and other things I might experience since I was in a coma for three months. I couldn't stand listening to her talk anymore, all I wanted to do was lay on the couch cuddling with Bob while he watches his favorite cartoons. I just wanted these three months back, I wanted to turn back time and listen to Bob when he said we should miss the dinner. I wish I could go back now and yell at my past self forcing myself to listen to Bob, because maybe if I did I wouldn't be sitting here in this hospital bed. I wouldn't have lost three months of time with Bob when we both know how at the drop of a hat he's on another mission risking his life. I could feel a warm tear streak down my cheek, wiping it away quickly snapping out of my trance. 

"Bob I just want to go home" I whisper to him still standing next to me, he hasn't left my side since I woke up. 

"You will sweetheart, tonight I promise we'll take you home" he whispered back kissing me on the forehead. My heart fluttered at the feeling realizing how much I missed his lips, even if for me it felt like a few hours since we were last together. I Grabbed his shirt pulling him back down and gently kissed his lips. I could feel Bob hold my face trying to be gentle, making me wonder how broken my face was. Pulling back he confessed "I'm so glad you remember me, the doctors told me that you might not remember us when you woke up" a tear slowly streamed down his face. 

Reaching up I wipe it off with my thumb whispering back to him "Remember I told you I'd have to be dead to forget your face" I smile laughing slightly. 

"And maybe not even then" Bob finished my sentence quoting my text I sent him months before. 

I was finally discharged from the Hospital and Bob drove us home in my car, I assumed because his was totaled from the wreck. The ride was silent, he was so focused on driving that Bob did not look over to me once. A guilty feeling rose in my chest knowing how much he must blame himself for all of this, for the injuries I have, the time we lost. 

"Hey Bob" My voice was still scratchy from not speaking for so long. I looked over to him, his eyebrows were raised in response but his eyes were still glued onto the road. 

"This wasn't your fault you know" I say placing my hand on his thigh trying to show how sincere I was being.  Bob stayed silent clenching his jaw and tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "Im serious, I don't want you blaming yourself because I don't. I don't blame you at all, some things just happen" I continued trying to make him understand. 

"But this was my fault" his response was so soft I could barely hear it. My heart broke at his words, I could feel my throat beginning to burn sobs threatening to escape. Bitting my lip trying to keep myself from crying, or yelling at him I took a deep breath before responding. 

"Bob p-please don't blame yourself, this is not something you should blame yourself for." I cried out trying not to raise my voice. At this point we pulled up to the front of my house, Bob turned off the car and sat there for a moment still not speaking. Suddenly he began sobbing into his hands. 

"I was so scared I lost you Y/N, I was s-so scared. And I know you say this isn't my fault but I can't help but feel guilty about putting you in this situation, and I-I know you forgive me but you shouldn't have to forgive me, because this never should have happened." He continued to sob into his hands. 

I pulled Bob into my chest holding him while he cried, his arms wrapping around my waist holding me tighter to him. I tried to calm him down by rubbing his back but he just kept sobbing, and all I could think was this is just three months of built up emotions he's now letting himself feel. "Hey why don't we go inside and watch some tv?" I asked him once his crying began to slow. 

He sat up to look at me "Anything for you darling" he responded wiping his puffy eyes. Smiling I grabbed his face gently and pulled him in for a much needed kiss. Bob helped me out of the car and into my wheelchair, Penny and Amelia came out to meet us telling me how they wanted to come by the hospital but needed to set up the house for me. They built a ramp up to the front door and moved the furniture making it easier for me to get around. 

"How much longer till they can come off?" Amelia asked as she drew on my cast sitting on the couch next to Bob and me. 

"Uh a few weeks but then I think they will put me in a walking casts but I'm not sure" I told her, watching as she drew different images onto my casts. I leaned my head back onto Bobs chest turning my face to his neck cuddling in closer, just enjoying the moment because now I know how hard they are to find.