#thank you Style for assuring Fadel again and again

[joongdunking]

This is Style proposing to Fadel for me 💍

[bentnotbroken1fanfiction]

Sneak peek of chapter 5 of YGTWG

The first thing Style notices when he slowly comes back into awareness, is that nothing hurts. 

For a moment, that sends a jolt of alarm through him, because surely that isn’t a good thing? Doesn’t that mean he’s probably dead and entering the afterlife or the reincarnation cycle?

But his body feels heavy and there’s something in his right hand. So, surely he’s not dead? Wouldn’t he feel weightless or something? He manages to open his good eye, and when he looks around and sees that it’s not, in fact, heaven, it’s just a normal looking room, he sighs. And when he glances down at his hand he understands why it feels heavy. 

There’s someone’s hand holding onto it.

He blinks to make sure he’s seeing it right, and yeah. He definitely saw it right. It’s Fadel’s hand in his…and that’s Fadel’s arm, and the top of his head resting on his thigh. And those are his closed eyes and those are his eyelashes, and those are definitely tears in the corner of one of them. Oh no, has Fadel been crying over him?

He goes to lift his free hand to brush those tears away but the movement sends a dull jolt of pain through his hand and he looks down and remembers….

The snap. 

Oh, yeah. His fingers are broken…his fingers….

He makes a pathetic noise, because yes, he’s alive. Oh fuck, he’s alive but his fingers are broken, and Fadel is here, but where is here, and what the hell happened? And he’s fucking alive and he can see Fadel again. Fadel is right here, holding his hand and crying over his bedside. But how? The last thing he remembers…It was Fadel….Fadel had been running towards him. Fadel had come for him. Fadel…

Tears swim in his vision and another noise breaks free from his throat and it alerts the sleeping man. His eyes snap open and he’s rising up, eyes frantic as he takes in Style’s alertness and tears. 

“Style.” His voice sounds just as wrecked as Style feels. “It’s ok. You’re ok. You’re safe.” He assures him and stands up before carefully touching his face and brushing back the hair from his forehead. “Does it hurt? Are you in pain?”

Style makes himself shake his head, because, no, not really. He’s just sore when he moves. 

Fadel gives a small encouraging smile and runs the back of his finger over his cheek. “Good. That’s so good, fuck. I’m…I’m so glad you’re awake.” 

“Fadel…” He tries, his lips cracking a bit when he opens his mouth, but he doesn’t care. He wants to say something. He needs to know. “How…how bad is it?” 

Fadel sighs and sits back down in his chair, taking Style’s right hand into his and rubbing his thumb back and forth over it. “You had some head trauma, a concussion, but it wasn’t severe. Your right eye socket and nose were both fractured. Your tooth went through your bottom lip so that had to be stitched up.” He starts listing the injuries like he’s reading off a list of car parts and he’s not looking at Style while he continues. “He broke three of your fingers, but the doctor reset them. I asked him if you’d have full dexterity when they healed, and he said you should since the break was clean and he fixed them in time.”

“Thank god.” Style says, looking down at them. He’d been so scared…he can still fix things. He can still…

Fadel squeezes his good hand. “Yeah, you’ll still be able to use it, Style. Don’t worry.” 

“What else?” He presses, trying to see Fadel’s eyes. 

His boyfriend briefly meets his eyes before looking back down at the bedspread. “Two broken ribs. One of them punctured your left lung and collapsed it. They had to perform emergency surgery. You were also cut open in three places. Two of them weren’t deep but one nicked your spleen and that’s why you…that’s why you bled out. You were…if we hadn’t gotten to you when we did, the doctor said…” He finally looks up and his eyes are red. “He said you would have died within fifteen minutes.”

Wow. Had he really come that close to dying? 

He remembers feelings so tired and helpless…he remembers just wanting Fadel…

“Thank you.” He tells him, squeezing Fadel’s fingers. “For coming for me.”