•Imagine:

Clashing to the track and feeling a splitting pain in your ankle as you skate. The crowd oohs and ahhs momentarily, then came silence. Your coach and a few other girls managed to help you up and into the locker room. You were pretty sure you'd broken your ankle. Misha rushed back almost instantly. "Jesus y/n..." He said, upset. "I told you you could get hurt." He said. He stroked your hair gently. "I'm okay." You said. Misha shooed everyone off of you and told your coach, "I'll take care of her." Misha lifted you in his arms unexpectedly. He got you in the car. "I love you so much, but Jesus you don't know when to stop." He said with a smirk. "Is that good or bad?" You ask him. He leans over bad kisses you deeply. "Let's get you to the hospital." He says.