002 Car Crash

January 24

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John POV

Alex had gone out to get groceries and whatever, so I took Fleebus out of his tank and put him on my lap as I watched Stranger Things. Then I remembered Alex needed to catch up, and that he wanted me to stop watching until he does so we can watch together. Well then.

I turned on live TV and it was the news. I might as well see the weather forecast or something going on in my world. I mean I do live in the world.

I fed Fleebus some lettuce as I glanced at the headlines. One caught my attention.

Developing:

Deadly car crash on Highway 1804

Car crash? Bet there's a lot of traffic.

Four cars were involved,

one person confirmed dead

Wait. That's the highway Alex has to drive on to get to the store because the other road has been closed for a week. I hope he's okay.

Four cars though. That means there were a lot of people involved. One person is dead already. Which means if it was deadly enough to kill one, it probably killed a few others that they haven't found yet. I HOPE HE'S OKAY.

I'll call him just to make sure.

I clicked on Alex💕✨💦

Riiiing riiiiing riiiiing... "The person you called has a voicemail box that has not been set up yet."

Dammit. Now I'm getting worried.

About ten minutes later it said that now two people were confirmed dead. Shitshitshitshit.

I called again and got no answer.

Three people.

I was tearing up. I'm probably overreacting. Right? I'm scared and emotional and sensitive and anxious. That isn't helping. I put Fleebus back and called one more time. As the phone rang, I saw them using those big scissor things to get people and pets out of cars.

I really hope I'm overreacting and overthinking. I hope he's okay.

Still no answer. I'm crying at this point, thinking about how bad this can be. If he was in one of the cars, he wouldn't be able to call. He'd be laying in he driver's seat, limp and silent. I'd get a call from the hospital or something telling me that mt husband has been killed. I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. It is a memory. It's a traumatizing memory.

After thirty more minutes of devastated, yet hopeful tears, I heard a car stop outside of the house. After a moment, the door opened.

a L e X. oH M Y.

I ran over to the shorter person and basically collapsed on him, causing him to drop the seven bags he was holding. Wowza.

"John? What are yo- Ow. Okay. John??" He sighed and hugged me back.

"I'm so fuckin happy you're alive," I mumbled in to his shoulder.

"What?"

"The c-crash. The car crash. I was s-scared." I was sniffling between words.

He looked down at me and smiled. "Oh."

"I called like seventy times. I got so scared. Then I thought about worst-case scenario. Then I started crying. Ahhhhhh."

He checked his phone. "Oh shit. I'm so sorry. It was on do not disturb because I was driving and it does it automatically. It took so long to get back because of the crash."

"Oh?"

"Are you okay though?"

"Not really. I'm never okay."

"Oh.. Well then."

"I'm kidding. Sort of...?" I giggled.

I sat on his lap like that for a few more minutes before he got up to put away the groceries. I got up to help.

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Aw

Idk

I've had this idea in mind for a little bit

So here it is?