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𝕀 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝔻𝕠 𝕀𝕥 (ℝ𝕌𝔻𝕐)

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   Summary: Rudy told y/n not to do the stunt but she still did it and it all went wrong

WORD COUNT: 1,050

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Y/N's POV

The lights above the set were blinding, and the smell of freshly painted props clung to the air. My hands were clammy, despite the cool metal of the stunt rig I was gripping. I told myself it was just adrenaline — the same adrenaline I'd felt every other time I'd done something wild for the show.

But this time, it wasn't like the others.

"You're not doing it, Y/N. I mean it." Rudy's voice was low but firm, the kind of tone he used when he was dead serious. He was standing a few feet away, arms crossed, his jaw tight.

"It's just a jump," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "The harness is secure, the mats are in place. We've been over this a hundred times."

He shook his head. "It's not the same as practice. Out here, you've got distractions. Cameras. Pressure. If anything's off—"

I cut him off with a grin, masking the knot in my stomach. "Rudy, I'll be fine."

He stared at me for a beat longer, like he could somehow stop me with just his eyes. Then he muttered something under his breath and walked away, though I could tell he hadn't really let it go.

The director called for positions. My pulse quickened. This was my big moment — the kind of stunt that could get me noticed beyond being "just" Rudy's girlfriend. I wanted to prove I could handle the tough stuff.

I climbed the platform, heart thudding in my ears. Ten feet below, the crash mats looked a lot smaller than I remembered. The crew was bustling, calling out safety checks, but all I could think of was Rudy's warning.

You'll be fine, I told myself again. You always are.

"Three... two... one... action!"

I leapt.

For a fraction of a second, I was weightless. The wind rushed past me, my stomach dropped, and then—

Pain.

Something went wrong. My foot caught on the rig, my body twisted midair, and instead of hitting the mat evenly, I slammed shoulder-first into the edge. A searing heat shot through my side, followed by a cold wave that stole my breath. My vision blurred, the set lights turning into halos of white.

I heard shouting. My name. Footsteps pounding.

"Y/N! Hey—hey—stay with me!"

Rudy's voice.

He was suddenly there, kneeling beside me, his hands trembling as they hovered over me like he wasn't sure where to touch. His eyes were wide with fear, his face pale.

"Don't move," he said, his voice cracking. "Oh my god... I told you—why did you—"

I tried to speak, to tell him it wasn't that bad, but the words caught in my throat. My chest felt heavy, and every breath sent another flash of pain through me.

The medics swarmed in, asking questions, checking my pulse, stabilizing my neck. Rudy refused to move away. He kept one hand on mine, gripping it so tightly I could feel the shake in his fingers.

"She's gonna be okay, right?" he demanded, his voice rising. "Tell me she's okay."

"We need to get her to the hospital," one of them said, ignoring his question.

I caught a glimpse of Rudy's face then — a mixture of fear, guilt, and something else I couldn't name. He looked like someone who'd just watched his whole world teeter on the edge.

The next moments blurred together — sirens, cold air rushing over me as they wheeled me outside, Rudy climbing into the ambulance without asking permission.

He sat beside me, one hand still clutching mine, the other pushing my hair gently back from my face. "You're gonna be fine, baby. Just hang in there. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

The hospital was a blur of fluorescent lights and voices calling out medical terms I didn't understand. They whisked me into a room, hooked me up to machines, and somewhere in the chaos, Rudy was pushed aside.

I don't know how long it was before they let him back in, but when they did, he came straight to my bedside, his eyes red like he'd been holding back tears.

"You scared the hell out of me," he said softly, sinking into the chair next to me. His hand found mine again, thumb brushing over my knuckles. "Do you have any idea what it was like, watching you fall like that?"

"I'm sorry," I whispered. My voice was hoarse, and I hated how weak I sounded.

"I told you not to do it," he said, not angry, just... broken. "And you did it anyway. You could've—" He stopped himself, his jaw tightening. "I thought I was gonna lose you."

Guilt settled heavy in my chest, mingling with the ache from my injuries. I'd wanted to prove something, but all I'd done was hurt myself — and him.

"I just wanted to show I could handle it," I admitted.

"You don't have to prove anything to me," he said instantly. "Not one damn thing. You're already the bravest person I know."

The room was quiet except for the steady beep of the monitor. His hand was warm around mine, and for the first time since the fall, I felt like I could breathe a little easier.

"I'll listen next time," I said.

"You'd better," he murmured, though the corners of his mouth lifted just slightly. "Because I can't do that again. I can't watch you get hurt like that."

I gave him a faint smile. "Guess that makes us even, since I can't stand seeing you panic."

He let out a shaky laugh, then leaned forward, pressing his forehead gently to mine. "Deal. No more scaring each other half to death."

And lying there, battered and sore but alive, I realized something: proving myself didn't mean pushing past the people who cared about me. It meant knowing when to trust them.

Especially Rudy.

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