? OC Oneshots ?

Philip's P.O.V.

I ran into the hospital like there was no tomorrow. I just found out that my husband Oli went on the bus from picking up food for us and the bus got into a crash.

"Get him into the room! Now!" One of the doctors yelled. I saw Oli...with a breathing mask on. He was lying helplessly on the bed. They were hurrying him to a room. I ran towards them, tears streaming down my face.

"That's my husband! I need to be with him!" I yelled, tears escaping from my eyes.

"You have to wait in the waiting room for a bit, we might have to do cpr on him!" She yelled back. I felt my heart drop. I started to hyperventilate. I was looking around at the other doctors as they ran to me. I fell onto the floor. Everything went dark.

"He's passing out! Doctors! We need to bring him to a ro-"

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I woke up in a room, I was in a hospital bed. I had a breathing mask on. I looked up to see Connor.

"C-Connor..." I barely squeaked out.

"Shh...Pip it's okay..." Connor whispered.

"W-Where's Oli..?" I whispered.

"He's upstairs. Room 425. He's fine. They said he might need a kidney transplant..." Connor said, looking at the floor.

"I-Is he gonna be o-okay?" I stammered, tears running down my face.

"W-We aren't sure Pip..." Connor stared at the floor and bite his lip. I laid back, trying to breathe.

"Shh...Pip it's okay...he's gonna be okay..." Connor whispered. I hesitantly nodded and stared up at the ceiling.

"Pip...it's okay..." Connor whispered.

Just then, a doctor walked in.

"Ah, you're awake." She said, smiling. "Do you wanna be put in the same room as your husband? He suggested it."

I sat up quickly and nodded.

"Do I really still need this breathing mask? I'm fine." I said. She walked up to me and took it off. I got up and rubbed my eyes. Connor and I all followed her to the elevator and upstairs to Oli's room. I ran into the room and smiled with tears in my eyes.

"Oh baby boy..." I whispered. I walked up to him and grabbed his hand.

"B-B-Baby..." He squeaked out. I could hear the helplessness in his voice. I squeezed his hand but not too tight so I don't hurt him.

"Shhh...it's okay kitten...I'm here..." I whispered. I kissed his forehead and rubbed his arm a bit. He smiled a bit and closed his eyes. I sat down in the chair next to him and rubbed my thumb into his hand. He felt so calmed that he fell asleep. I smiled a bit and kissed his hand.

"Uh, Philip right?" A Doctor said as he walked into the room. "You're his husband?"

"Yeah that's me." I replied. He held his clipboard and sighed.

"He needs a kidney transplant, we're trying to find a donor for him and we'll do the transplant as soon a-"

"I'll do it." I said.