Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Mention of injury

Word Count: 1005

Prompt: "I'm ok. Everything is going to be ok."

You watched as Josh climbed on top of the piano. Music was blasting throughout the stadium, and the voices of hundreds of fans were coming together as they sang along to the music. Josh positioned himself on the edge of the piano and jumped off. You knew something was off the second that his foot left the piano.

Thousands of eyes watched as Josh didn't make his backflip, instead landing on his arm and crumpling to the ground. There was an audible gasp as the entire crowd registered what was going on. Tyler was at his side in seconds, waving medics over from backstage. Lyricless music continued to play, but nobody was singing along anymore.

You stood frozen for a few seconds before the adrenaline kicked in. People stared at you as you pushed your way along the aisle away from your seat. The only thing on your mind was getting to him right now.

A security guard stopped you at the door that led to the boys' dressing rooms, asking for identification. You huffily pulled out your pass and showed it to him, muttering something along the lines of "I'm with the band." You had been to so many shows that the guards should know your face by now, though they never seemed to quite understand who you were.

You found the boys and a couple medics in Josh's dressing room. He was laying on the couch, his arm bent at a weirder angle than it should have been. His eyes were squeezed shut, and you could tell he was in a lot of pain. You rushed forward to see him, but Tyler grabbed your arm before you got to him.

"They don't want people around him right now, something about his arm really easily getting bumped even more out of place," Tyler explained.

"What went wrong?" you asked, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt.

"The piano was wet which he didn't expect. When he went to jump, his feet slipped and he lost his footing. As a result, he jumped funny and wasn't able to make the landing, obviously. They said he landed on his arm and their best guess without an x-ray is that it's broken in a few places. The ambulance is on its way now."

"At least it's just a broken arm. Things could have ended way worse."

"No kidding."

"Is that Y/N?" Josh asked, his eyes suddenly opening.

You stepped to a spot where he could see you more easily, "Yeah, it's me, love."

His face instantly brightened upon seeing you, "I'm so glad you're here."

"How are you doing?" you asked, trying to put on a brave face.

"I'm ok. Everything is going to be ok," he reassured you.

"The ambulance is here, it's time to get you out of here," one of the medics said.

"Y/N and I will be over to the hospital as soon as possible, Josh. Hang in there," Tyler said.

You watched as the two medics carefully put Josh on a stretcher and took him out of the room. Tyler turned to you.

"Now if you excuse me, I have an entire stadium of worried fans to address. If you want to wait down here, I'll be back in fifteen minutes tops," Tyler explained.

"Alright, good luck out there," you said, giving him a pat on the back.

"Thanks, I think I'm going to need it."

Once Tyler returned from addressing the situation, you two drove over to the hospital. A nurse informed you that Josh was still being examined and treated, so there would be a bit of a wait before you could see him.

"So if his arm really is broken, what does this mean for the tour?" you asked.

Tyler sighed and shook his head, "We might have to cancel and reschedule. A lot of people are going to be angry about it, but Josh can't play with a broken arm."

You nodded, "As much as you two would hate to admit it, this might be a good break for the both of you. Life has been pretty hectic for everyone lately."

"No kidding," Tyler answered. "I just want to play for everyone, you know? It doesn't really feel like we can stop touring or working on music, even for a month or two."

The same nurse from earlier walked over, interrupting your conversation.

"You guys are free to see him now."

You practically shot out of the chair. The nurse quickly led you through some double doors back to the room where Josh was being kept. Tyler followed close behind.

"Hey," Josh smiled as you walked into the room.

He was sitting upright in the bed, wearing a hospital gown. His right arm had been put in a cast and a sling, and the parts of his arm that weren't wrapped up were covered in bruises. You rushed over to his good side and took hold of his hand.

"I'm so glad you're ok," you smiled.

He squeezed your hand, "Just like I said, everything is going to be ok."

The nurse explained all of his injuries. You and Tyler both listened closely, though neither of you fully understood all of the medical lingo she was using. You managed to get the gist of it, however.

"How did the fans react?" Josh asked. Typical, he was always worried about other people no matter what was happening to him.

"They were disappointed that we had to end the show early, but they understood why."

Josh nodded, "I feel awful that we might have to cancel shows. I don't want to let anyone down."

You reached over and brushed his hair back from his forehead, "You don't need to worry about them right now, love. What matters right now is that you heal your arm entirely so that you can get to doing what you love as soon as possible."

"I know. You're right, as always," he smiled.

"Now let's get you home so you can rest."