Can I request a Logan x reader where reader and the girls find a stray dog and hide it in the boys house while they’re at an away game because the dorms don’t allow dogs? And then the boys come home and the girls try to act non chalant about it and then everyone falls in love with the dog
You hadn’t expected to find a friend, but then again those were usually the best kinds of friends. You were walking through campus after study group when you spotted her. Alone, probably scared, sitting in a cardboard box that read Free Puppies. So naturally, you scooped up the tiny golden fluff ball and carried her to your destination which just so happened to be the house of your boyfriend and your two best friend’s boyfriends.
To say Allie and Hannah were delighted at your find would be an understatement, but the three of you quickly realized that there would be no way the three of you could keep her in your shared dorm. Naturally the three of you formed a plan.
Right on time the front door bursts open, revealing four very tired hockey players. One of which being your handsome boyfriend John Logan.
“I’m telling you,” Dean said, chucking his hockey bag onto the floor, “Coach has officially lost his damn mind.”
“He made us skate herbies after practice,” Tucker complained. “I almost saw God.”
Garrett wandered straight toward the kitchen.
“Is there food?” He asks Hannah, hopeful that she’s been cooking.
The three of you were sitting on the couch but before the boys got home you made a dash to the other room with the sweet little puppy. Far too still. Far too innocent. Dean stopped mid-step, crooking an eyebrow at the three of you and your sudden silent nature.
“Why do you all look like toddlers who colored on the wall?” Dean asks.
“We don’t,” Hannah answers immediately.
“You do.” Dean replies. Allie smiled a little too brightly. If anyone can get her boyfriend to be on board it’s her.
“So…” Allie trails off. Dean groans.
“This doesn’t sound promising. Dean says his gaze flicking ti the three of you.
“Hypothetically…” Allie begins.
“No.” Dean answers.
“You don’t even know what I’m asking.” She pouts.
“I don’t need to.” He laughs.
Garrett pokes his head out of the kitchen.
“I kinda wanna hear the hypothetical.” He shrugs.
Allie grins. “I knew I liked you for a reason hockey man.” She beams at Garrett.
“Hypothetically,” she begins “if someone came across a puppy that needed a home…” Dean points toward the front door.
“Hypothetically, it can keep walking.” Dean says sassily.
“Dean! You monster.” you hiss. Six heads snapped toward the entryway from the laundry room. Logan frowns at your distraught comment.
“Baby?” He asks. Before spotting the fuzzy golden bundle in your arms. “Oh.”
Deans eyes narrow. “Apparently you don’t understand the definition of hypothetically.” He says as his eyes land on the puppy in your arms.
You step into the living room the tiny golden retriever puppy tucked against your chest.
Her little pink tongue hangs out of her mouth, and she chews lazily on the string of your hoodie. Well Logan’s hoodie. You look at Logan with the guiltiest smile he’s ever seen.
“So this is hypothetical the dog?” Dean asks. Garrett laughs, shitting up as soon as Dean glares daggers at him.
“I couldn’t leave her.” You say innocently. Logan’s expression softenes instantly.
“What happened?” He asks.
“There was this old man by the bookstore.” You scratched behind the puppy’s ears. “He was giving away puppies. She was the last one.” You say.
“She was just sitting in a cardboard box by herself.” You say. “And she looked so sad.” You add. Logan walks over.
“You’ve been carrying her around all afternoon?” He asks, petting her head. You nod.
“I didn’t know what else to do.” You shrug. He looks at the puppy. Then at you.Then back at the puppy. A grin tugs at the corner of his lips.
“C’mere.” He coos to the little dog. She pants at him. You carefully transfer the puppy into his arms. The little traitor takes exactly two seconds to climb onto Logan’s shoulder. She licks his cheek. Then promptly curls up against his neck like she’s lived there her entire life. You gasp in mock offense.
“Excuse me?” You say to her. Logan looks unbearably smug.
“I think she likes me.” He says happily.
“You’ve had her for six seconds!” You say.
“I’ve got a way with women.” He says winking at you. Garrett snorts.
“That’s the worst thing you’ve ever said.” Dean reasons.
“Wait what’s her name?” Logan asks. You grin.
“Well Hannah and Allie and I decided since she’s going to be the lady of this house full of hockey guys her name should be Bunny!” You say.
“Bunny? Like a puck bunny?” Dean says raising his eyebrows.
“Okay that’s actually clever.” Tucker says.
“Right!” Allie exclaims.
“And she’s fluffy!” Hannah adds.
“She looks like a Bunny. You’re the only puck bunny allowed in this house.” Logan coos at the little dog. Bunny responds by licking Logan’s jaw. The room erupts in laughter.
“Oh, she’s a Daddy’s girl already!” Hannah laughed. Logan looks down at the puppy curled against him before looking back at you with the cockiest grin imaginable.
“You hear that?” He says.
“No.” You say. That puppy was yours. And yes you would fight your boyfriend for affection of the tiny golden creature.
Dean makes the loudest fake gagging noise in human history. Garrett points to the puppy.
“House vote.” Garrett says.
Dean sighs. “On the puppy?” He asks.
“Yes. All those in favor of Bunny staying with us?”
“Aye!” Logan says waving Bunny’s little paw in the air.
“Aye!” Tucker calls out.
“Aye, as well.” Garrett says before turning to Dean.
“Fine.” Dean says with a sigh, he stares at the puppy.
“I guess she’s kind of cute, but she better not get fleas.” Dean warns.
“Well, congrats, Daddy.” Garrett says patting Logan on the back and giving Bunny a little pat.
“Shut up.” Logan says playfully.
Hannah grins. “Good thing you two are moving in together after graduation.” She says.
Allie nods seriously. “Yeah, Bunny deserves both her parents.”
Logan looks over at you. Then down at the sleeping puppy. Then back at you. A slow smile spreading across his face.
“Our first apartment’s gonna need a fenced backyard area.” He says seriously. You roll your eyes.
“You’re impossible.” You giggle. He leans down and kisses your forehead.
There’s was a small, sleepy whine. Causing everyone to look down. Bunny shifted in Logan’s arms, her tiny nose twitching. Then, like she’d suddenly remembered something, she wriggled. Logan frowns at the small dog.
“Hey, hey, where you goin’, kid?” Logan asks.
Before anyone could react, Bunny clumsily climbs down his chest, nearly face planting onto the couch.
“Whoa…” Logan reaches for her, but she’s already toddling away. Straight toward Dean who’s sitting at the opposite end of the couch. Dean froze.
“No.” Dean says putting his hand up. Bunny plops down right on his lap. She looks up at him with her big brown eyes and her tiny tail wagging. Dean stares at the little creature, as she lets out a tiny little sneeze.
“Absolutely not,” Dean says, shaking his head.Bunny yips. “You’ve got allergies little miss ma’am.” He says pointing his finger at the puppy. She paws at his finger.
“You have allergies too babe, I put up with you.” Allie says in a sing song voice.
“She is pretty cute,” he reasons, scratching behind the little puppy’s ears. “She better not get fleas in this house.”
“How dare you insinuate my baby would have fleas!” John says, taking Bunny from his lap and holding her like a baby. You laugh, pulling your phone out to snap a picture of them. Dean rolls his eyes before sighing.
“She can stay but I’m only claiming the responsibility of fun uncle.”
You sat on the couch, sprawled out, trying to rest. Of course your eyes seemed to be totally fixed on Beau. Beau and your two week old daughter. You smile, watching him sway gently with your daughter tucked against his chest.
“College Beau was hot,” you admit. “Boyfriend Beau was even better.” You say thinking fondly on your dating days as you get off the couch, crossing over to him.
He arches a brow. “And husband Beau?” You step closer, sliding your hands over his waist carefully not to disturb your sleeping baby.
“Pretty great.” You grin.
“Pretty great?” he repeats, offended. You grin up at him before glancing at the baby.
“But Daddy Beau?” You bite your lip, letting your eyes drag slowly over him. “Daddy Beau is definitely my favorite.”
His mouth curves into a smug smile and he laughs a little.
“Yeah?” He asks.
“Yeah.” You lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “It’s honestly a little rude how sexy you look holding our baby.”
Beau glances down at your daughter, then back at you.
“You hear that, Bug? Mommy thinks Daddy’s hot.” He whispers.
“She does not need to hear that.” You tease.
“She deserves to know her dad’s still got it. Besides it’s kinda how she got here.” He says winking at you.
“You’re unbearable.” You laugh.
“And still you married me,” he reminds you, stealing a proper kiss. You grin at him.
“Of course, I had to make sure my babies came out cute.” You tease. Beau laughs.
“I knew you just married me for my good looks and athletic genes.” He retorts. You giggle.
“Oh shut it.” You say, kissing his lips softly. He smiles against your lips, his hair messy, eyes sleepy. Yet he’s never looked more handsome to you.
a john logan smut where they fuck super ultra nasty crazy style 🙏🙏🙏 and the she’s genuinely struggling to function the next day 😭 legs shaking on the stairs, actively fighting sleep in lecture, etcetcetc
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t tired. No, you were currently fighting for your life in lecture. You’ve nodded off too many times to count, the culprit? Your deliciously hot boyfriend. Said boyfriend had kept you up all night last night.
“Are you okay?” Hannah asks. You blink rapidly, trying to wake up.
“What? Me?” You ask sleepily. She stares at you like you have two heads before looking down at your notes that are illegible due to the fact that you’re half asleep.
“Uh, yeah, your notes look like a toddlers art project.” She says. You look down, blinking your eyes into focus.
“Fuck, can you send me pictures of yours later?” You ask. She nods.
“Of course, but like are you sure you’re okay?” She asks again looking concerned.
“Yeah, I was just uh, up late last night.” You say, a blush coming to your face.
“Fuck, Logan don’t stop!” You moan. His hand grabs a fist full of your hair causing your back to arch even more. Logan’s hands on your hips pull you further back against him, nothing but the sound of your combined moans and skin slapping against skin.
“Oh, were you studying for that Ethics exam we have next week?” She asks. Okay you had originally been studying before your sexy ass boyfriend got back from hockey practice looking delicious with his hair still damp and his sweatpants slung low on his waist.
“Uh… a little.” You admit. Hannah looks at you, her eyes narrowing as she smirks.
“Were you having sex all night?” She asks. You blush, looking around to make sure no one heard her.
“Maybe.” You admit. She lets out a cackle, you roll your eyes playfully.
After class, you and Hannah had promised to meet your friend group in the dining hall for lunch. Normally the walk would leave you feeling refreshed after sitting in a lecture hall for an hour but today not so much.
“Damn, why are you limping?” Tucker asks as you set your book bag down next to the chair that Logan has saved for you. He grins up at you, a knowing look in his eyes.
“One more baby, come on.” He coos. You thrash underneath him. His pace is unrelenting, his fingers deftly working your clit.
“Can’t Johnny, too sensitive.” You whimper. His thrusts slow, still deep and hitting every sensitive spot inside of you. He taps your clit.
“One more pretty girl, know you can do it. Let me feel you.” He coaxes. His praise and unrelenting attention to your clit does the trick, sending you over the edge for the third time.
“Oh fuck!” You moan, eyes screwing shut as the pleasure runs through you.
“That’s it, good girl. So pretty when you cum around this cock.” John murmurs, his thrusts slow grow erratic as he spills himself inside of you.
“Probably pulled something a Pilates.” You say shrugging. Allie frowns.
“You didn’t come to Pilates with me this morning? Are you still hurting from yesterday?” She asks voice full of concern. Beside you Logan snorts. Tucker quickly puts two and two together.
“Oh my God! Geez Logan you don’t have to take it out on the poor girl.” Tucker says as you sit next to your boyfriend.
“Okay so it was you two who kept me up last night. I thought it was Allie and Dean.” Garrett says with a shrug. Allie rolls her eyes.
“I am not that loud.” She says gesturing to you.
“Are you seriously limping from sex?” Dean asks laughing. You stare at him.
“Are you seriously asking me that?” You say mocking him before adding, “Dude you guys share a house and the whole locker room situation, you know exactly what’s going on down there.” Dean considers your statement.
“Fair enough.” He says. Dean leans back in his chair, still looking entirely too amused.
“So…” he says, pointing his fork at you. “Hypothetically.”
You already know you aren’t going to like whatever comes next.
“How long before you stop walking like that?” He asks.
You drop your forehead onto the table with a groan. Allie smacks his arm.
“I’m transferring.” You say.
“No you’re not,” Hannah laughs.
“I am. Effective immediately.” You say exasperatedly.
Logan, the traitor, is sitting beside you trying, and failing, not to smile.
“You think this is funny?” you mutter to him narrowing your eyes.
“I think you’re cute.” He says with a grin.
“You are the reason I’m being publicly interrogated.” You tell him.
“I’ll buy you lunch.” He says with a wink.
“You can’t buy my complacency with meal swipes Logan.” You say sassily.
“I’ll buy you dinner.” He offers.
“You already do that anyway.” You say. Garrett snorts into his drink.
“Damn, Logan’s negotiating for his life.” Garrett says. Tucker points at Logan.
“No, because look at him. Dude hasn’t stopped smiling for like… twelve hours.” Tucker says raising his eyebrows at Logan.
“I smile all the time.” Your boyfriend exclaims.
“No,” Dean says. “You smirk all the time. This is different.”
Allie squints. Staring at Logan.
“He’s glowing.” Allie confirms.
“People don’t glow.” Logan tells her.
“Hockey players after a win do.” Dean says.
Garrett nods.
“And apparently after whatever happened last night.” Dean adds with a cheeky grin. You make a strangled noise into the table. Logan casually reaches over and steals one of your fries. You smack his hand away without looking.
“You’ve done enough.” You inform him.
“I said I was sorry.” Logan shrugs, popping the fries in his mouth.
“You absolutely did not.” You tell him.
“I was thinking it.” He says grinning at you.
“Oh, good. That fixes everything.” You say sarcastically. The table erupts into laughter. Dean wipes a tear from his eye.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her roast you this hard.” Dean laughs. Garrett nods.
“She’s got him on a leash today.” Garrett says. Logan narrows his eyes at his best friend.
“Like you’re one to talk, G.” Logan simply shrugs, looking entirely unbothered. Garrett just laughs to which your boyfriend replies,
“Totally worth it by the way.” Your head snaps toward him.
“John Logan.” You scold, your face heating with embarrassment.
“What?” He says innocently.
“You cannot say things like that in front of our friends.”
“I wasn’t talking to them.” He says coolly. “I was just making a statement.” He says.
“You were absolutely talking to them.” You laugh. He presses a kiss to your temple. He grins, completely unapologetic. Garrett points across the table.
“He’s never beating the whipped allegations.” Dean says.
“I’m not whipped.” Logan says. Dean raises an eyebrow.
“Dude.” Garrett says.
“You made her latte yesterday and delivered it to her in class.” Tucker says.
“So?” Logan says.
“You drove across campus because she forgot her favorite pen.” Dean offers.
“It was important.” Logan says.
“It’s a pen.” Dean says.
“It was her lucky pen.” John clarifies. The entire table falls silent before everyone bursts out laughing. You reach over, squeeze Logan’s hand under the table, and shake your head smiling at your sweet guy.
“Okay,” you admit, smiling despite yourself. “That one was actually kind of sweet.” You say. Logan squeezes your hand back.
“I know.” He says grinning at you. “Not as sweet as you though.” He adds cheekily. Dean groans dramatically.
“Oh great. They’re flirting now.” Tucker stands up with his tray.
“I’m leaving before these two get even more insufferable. And I have class, but mostly because you two are insufferable.” He says.
“You love us,” Logan calls after him.Tucker doesn’t even turn around.
“I love her. I tolerate you.” He says. The table erupts in laughter again as Logan good heartedly flips on of his best friend’s off behind his back.
Why do you think Jules and Logan’s gf wouldn’t get along?
Idk I just get a vibe lol! I’m doing a rewatch and I feel like Jules is lowkey on his ass about everything (I’m on the thanksgiving episode where they’re fighting about seeing their mom) I feel like his gf (at least if it were me lmao) would be supporting him through that and in turn creating a little friction for enabling/siding with him
AN: the beau fic I have been working on foreverrrr. Okay so basically I needed an AU where Beau lives soooo…
Warnings: Medical Talk, Mentions of Blood, Car Accident
When Beau had invited you to his grandma’s birthday dinner you thought nothing of it. Of course you would be in attendance with your handsome boyfriend to celebrate Mimi Maxwell’s birthday. If there was one person Mimi Maxwell loved more than Dean Di Laurentis, it was Y/N Di Laurentis. Yes, how cliche, you were dating your older brother’s best friend. Though you use the term older lightly, Dean was barely 11 months older than you.
Dinner had gone well, Mimi was especially pleased to see her favorite grandson’s girlfriend. Beau’s dad had offered to drive you both back to campus. The two of you using the evening to relax and have a couple of drinks in honor of Mimi. Beau held the backdoor of his Dad’s SUV open for you. You giggle slightly.
“Why thank you kind sir.” You say in your best posh accent. Beau grins at you, you’re both a little tipsy, and you know exactly what kind of fun you’ll be getting into when you get back to campus. Most likely your dorm, considering you opted out of the roommate situation.
You expect Beau to get in the passenger seat next to his Dad, but he doesn’t. Instead he slides in next to you.
“Oh babe, you don’t have to sit back here with me. You can sit up front with your Dad.” You say.
“Nah, then you’ll be all alone back here.” He says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“You hardly have any leg room!” You laugh. Beau just smiles at you.
“I’m fine, really. I want to set back here with you.” He says. Beau’s dad climbs into the drivers seat.
“Feel like I need a chauffeur hat.” He says. You and Beau both laugh, settling into the backseat for the hour long drive back to campus.
Snow drifts lazily through the glow of the headlights, just enough to dust the road. The car is warm, and you can’t help but feel drowsy as you lay your head on Beau’s shoulder. His arm wraps around your shoulders as he chats with his Dad. He’s in the rear passenger seat and you’re in the middle, having migrated to snuggle into him.
“Told you she’d be asleep before we got home,” Beau says. His dad chuckles, glancing in the rearview mirror, his heart sweeping at the sight of his son so utterly in love.
Beau smiles without looking up.
“She’s had a long week.” Beau offers.
“School?” Beau’s father asks.
“Yeah.” He brushes a strand of hair away from your face. “She’s been studying like crazy, and tutoring other students.” His dad nods knowingly.
“She’s a keeper.” His dad says. Beau’s smile grows.
“I know.” He tells his father. You let out a sleepy sigh, unconsciously burrowing even closer into him. He chuckles under his breath before pressing a kiss against the top of your head. Outside, snow continues to fall. The highway is nearly empty. Until it’s not. All to quickly a deer sprints across the road, causing Beau’s father to hit the breaks. The car slides as it hits a patch of black ice. Your eyes flutter open at the movement.
“Beau?” You ask, voice still sleepy. His gaze snaps toward you, your head resting on his shoulder. And the lack of a seatbelt across your lap. You’d moved to the middle to snuggle up to him and forgone your seatbelt about 20 miles ago. The world outside the windows is spinning. Snow. Trees. The guardrail rushing toward them.
Beau’s stomach drops. You’re not buckled and things are about to be very bad. He doesn’t think. One arm hooks around your waist, hauling you flush against his side. His other hand cradles the back of your head, tucking your face in the crook of his neck. He curls around you as much as the cramped backseat allows. Every instinct he has screams the same thing. Protect her and hold on. The SUV spins across the highway before the car slams into the guardrail with a sickening crunch.The passenger side takes the brunt of the collision. Glass explodes inward.
You let out a startled cry, instinctively curling tighter against him. Metal shrieks. The SUV ricochets away from the barrier. It spins again, hitting more ice.
The oak tree fills the windshield. Beau tightens his hold. The front passenger corner takes the full force of the impact. The sound is deafening. Airbags erupt. The engine compartment folds inward. The violent force throws the cabin sideways.
Beau twists with it, wrapping himself around you as the passenger side caves in. Something in his right leg gives with a sickening crack. Pain explodes through him. His shoulder slams into the interior. His ribs scream. Even then his arms never loosen.
It’s late when Dean gets a call.
His phone buzzes across the kitchen island just as he and Allie are about to head upstairs for the night. Allie is curled up on the couch beside him, half-watching a movie, half-scrolling through her phone. He almost ignores the call.
Unknown Number.
He answers anyway.
“Hello?” He asks.
“Is this Dean Di Laurentis?” A professional female voice asks. His stomach tightens instantly a feeling of dread
“Uh, yeah.” He says, sitting up on the couch. Beside him Allie straightens reading her boyfriend’s body language.
“My name is Rachel. I’m a registered nurse at Briar Memorial Hospital. I’m calling because your name is listed as the emergency contact for Miss Y/N Heyward Di Laurentis…”
Dean goes completely still.
“and Mr. Beau Maxwell.” Dean’s face turns stoic.
Allie immediately looks up from the couch. She knows that expression.
“What happened?” Dean asks, already standing.
“There was a motor vehicle collision. EMS transported both patients to our emergency department a short time ago.” Dean’s face drains of color, the worst possible scenario going through his mind.
“Are they alive?” He asks.
“Yes, sir. They’re both alive.”
The breath Dean lets out is shaky.
“But they’re both being evaluated by our trauma team. We recommend you come to the hospital as soon as possible.” The nurse says.
“We’re leaving now.” Dean says, motioning to Allie. She grabs his keys and slips on her shoes.
The call ends.
“What happened?” Allie asks, already grabbing her purse before he can answer. Dean runs a hand through his hair.
“They were in a wreck.” He says, voice shaky. Allie’s eyes widen.
“Oh my God…” she breathes. He doesn’t wait another second, he takes his keys from her hands her one of his hoodies and ushers her out the front door.
“Come on.”
Neither of them says much during the drive. Dean’s knuckles are white around the steering wheel. Allie had tried to convince him to let her drive but he felt like he needed to be in control.
Allie reaches across the center console, quietly resting her hand over his.
“They’re alive,” she says softly. “That’s a good sign.”
Dean nods, his little sister, his best friend both hurt, possibly near death.
The emergency department is controlled chaos when they rush through the sliding doors. Paramedics weave between trauma rooms. Monitors beep incessantly. Nurses move with practiced urgency. Dean barely makes it to the desk before speaking, he’s practically shaking.
“My sister was brought in after a car accident, and her boyfriend.” He explains.The receptionist nods.
“They’re both still being evaluated. A physician will update you shortly.” She says curtly. Dean starts pacing immediately. Allie stays close beside him, watching every set of trauma doors that swings open.
Then voices carry from just down the hallway. Two EMS providers are giving report to another nurse outside one of the trauma bays. Neither Dean nor Allie means to listen. But once they hear Beau’s name…
Neither of them can look away.
“Single-vehicle MVC. Driver lost control after hitting black ice trying to avoid a deer.” One says.
“Driver?” The nurse asks.
“Just some minor abrasions.” A paramedic updates.
“And the passengers?” The nurse inquires.
“The male in the rear passenger seat…” the paramedic checks his notes. “Beau Maxwell.”
“What about him?” The nurse asks.
“He took the majority of the impact.”
Dean feels Allie’s fingers tighten around his arm.
“He instinctively wrapped himself around the female passenger before the collision.”
The nurse blinks. “He shielded her?”
“Pretty much.” The paramedic says.
“Rear passenger side hit the tree.” He pauses.
“If she’d taken that impact instead…” He doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t have to.
Another nurse quietly says, “She would’ve been crushed.” The paramedic nods.
“He kept her against him the whole time. She wasn’t wearing a seatbelt.” Allie covers her mouth, tears pricking in her eyes.
“Oh my God…” she whispers.
“He likely prevented her from being ejected or taking the direct intrusion from the passenger side.” Dean stares at the floor, swallowing hard. The paramedic continues.
“He has an obvious right femur fracture, multiple rib fractures, shoulder injuries, probable concussion.”
“And her?” The nurse asks expecting the worst.
“Bruised up pretty badly. Some facial lacerations, cuts from broken glass, we’re ruling out internal injuries…”
He gives a tired smile.
“Honestly, she’s doing far better than we’d expect from that mechanism.”
“Because of him?” One of the nurses asks.
“I’d bet my paycheck on it.” The paramedic says.
Dean feels his chest tighten. Beau hadn’t just been hurt. He’d put himself between his sister and a tree.
A trauma physician steps into the hallway.
“Dean Di Laurentis?” He asks.
Dean and Allie are both on their feet instantly.
“I’m Dean.”
The doctor offers a reassuring smile.
“They’re both stable.” He says. Dean exhales so sharply his knees nearly buckle. Allie grips his arm to steady him.
“But Beau will need surgery tonight for a fractured femur.” He explains. “I’ve already spoken with his father, he has you both listed as emergency contacts.” The doctor explains.
“And my sister?” Dean asks immediately.
“She’s bruised, cut up, and has what appears to be a mild concussion, but all of her scans look reassuring so far.” The doctor pauses.
“Considering the severity of the crash…” He glances toward the trauma bays. “…she’s incredibly lucky.”
Dean looks through the narrow window in the door. He spots his little sister first. Bandages. Bruises already blooming across her face and arms. But alive. Then his eyes drift to the next bay. Beau. Blood is streaked across his forehead, his brown eyes wild. His right leg is immobilized. His shoulder splinted. Three nurses trying to keep him flat on the stretcher, but he’s frantic.
“Where is she?” Beau rasps. One of the nurses gently presses him back down on the bed.
“Mr. Maxwell, you need to stay still.” One of the nurses says calmly. The look he gives her is heartbreaking.
“I can’t. I need to find her.” He says voice cracking.
“Honey, you need to calm down, we need to help you.” Another nurse coaxes. Beau looks like a wild animal, trapped in the trauma room. He tries to get out of bed wincing in pain. He spots Dean, that only makes him more frantic, tears spilling down his cheeks. It’s the adrenaline and shock and pure fear for her life that has him acting out.
“Dean! Dean! Is she okay, oh God is she okay?” Beau cries. One of the male nurses enters the room helping to hold down Beau’s arm as a nurse preps some medication. No doubt something to calm him down.
“Somebody tell me something.” Beau begs.
“She’s alive.” The male nurse offers. “They’re trying to help her in the next room, just like we’re trying to help you buddy.” He says. The medication hits Beau almost instantly, his body going limp, eyes heavy. Beau squeezes his eyes shut trying to blink off the sedation.
“Can I… can I see her?” He mumbles.
“Not yet.” One of the female nurses says.
“Please…” Beau slurs, his eyes shutting. Dean has known Beau for years. He’s seen him after devastating losses. After brutal practices. After his childhood dog Sparky died unexpectedly. He’s never seen him look this terrified. Allie quietly wipes away her tears, she’s trying to be strong for Dean, but seeing her friends hurt is killing her. Dean simply stares through the glass. Realization hitting him square in the face. He’d never doubted Beau loved you, but this was different. This was the kind of love that overrode fear, reason, and even self preservation.
In the next room over, your sobs echo through the thin hospital curtain. Hot tears stream down your cheeks as a doctor carefully examines the deep gash along your hairline, gently parting the blood-matted strands of your hair to assess the wound.
The doctor glances up as Dean rushes into the room.
“I’m sorry, unless you’re immediate family, I’m going to have to ask you to step outside,” he says, his tone professional but kind.
“She’s my little sister,” Dean chokes out, his voice cracking.
Without another word, he crosses the room and takes your hand, wrapping both of his around yours. The doctor’s gaze flicks briefly toward Allie as she quietly slips into the chair in the corner, but he doesn’t object. She offers you a small, reassuring smile, though her eyes are glassy with tears.
The physician turns his attention back to your head.
“Based on the depth of this laceration, it definitely needs to be closed,” he explains. He looks to be in his mid-thirties, calm and composed. Under almost any other circumstance, you might have thought he was cute.
“I can give you a couple of options. I can suture it, but because of where it’s located, I’d need to shave a section of your scalp first. Or…” He lifts a small sterile stapler from the tray. “We can close it with staples and avoid shaving your hair.”
Your eyes widen at your options, neither sounding particularly pleasant.
“Shave my head?” you whisper before the words dissolve into another sob. Dean’s grip tightens around your hand.
“No.” His answer is immediate. He looks the doctor square in the eye. “Clean it out, staple it, do whatever you have to do—but you’re not shaving my twenty-one-year-old sister’s head.” The doctor gives a small nod.
“Fair enough,” he says. “Some patients get a little uneasy about the staples, so I like to offer both options.”
He opens a drawer and pulls out a sterile staple kit, setting it on the tray beside you.
“I’m also going to numb the area first,” he adds reassuringly. “You’ll feel a few pinches from the anesthetic, but after that you should only notice some pressure. We’ll have this closed up in just a few minutes.”
The doctor snaps on a pair of gloves. Your mind races into a jumbled ball of incoherent thoughts.
“Is Beau?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, you can’t finish the sentence. Dean looks up from where he’s been holding your hand, his heart sinking.
“What happened to Beau?” You ask.
He opens his mouth, then closes it again. Truthfully, he doesn’t know and as much as he wants to tell you everything is okay he doesn’t want to give false hope.
“I…” He glances toward the doorway. “I don’t know yet.”
Allie is already on her feet.
“I’ll go find out.” She says. Dean nods gratefully, never once letting go of your hand.
“Thank you.” He tells her, she nods, eyes full of love and empathy.
She slips quietly into the hallway, leaving the room just as the doctor begins preparing the local anesthetic.
“I’m going to numb the area first,” the physician says. “You’ll feel a few pinches.” You don’t respond. Your eyes remain fixed on the doorway, willing Allie to come back. Every second feels like an hour. Dean rubs slow circles across the back of your hand.
“He’s tough,” he says softly. “If anyone can pull through this, it’s Beau.”
A few minutes later, Allie returns. She steps inside, her expression enough to make your stomach twist. She walks over, stopping beside the bed.
“I talked to Beau’s dad.” She says softly. You hold your breath preparing for the worst.
“He’s alive.” She assures quickly. The words release a fraction of the panic squeezing your chest.
“But…” you whisper. Knowing that it couldn’t be that easy. Allie nods gently.
“But he’s pretty banged up, a broken femur, several broken ribs, and a dislocated shoulder.” She pauses. “They also think he may have some internal bleeding.” Your fingers tighten around Dean’s, you try to stop the tears from spilling but they come anyway.
“So they’re taking him into surgery,” Allie finishes quietly. “Actually…” She glances toward the clock. “He’s already there.” The room goes silent.
“It-it can’t be that bad,” you whisper, shaking your head. “He was talking to me.” Dean’s thumb brushes across your knuckles.
“The adrenaline probably kept him going.” Dean says softly. Your eyes immediately fill with fresh tears.
“He wrapped himself around me.” You say. Neither Dean nor Allie says anything.
“He…” Your voice breaks. “He held onto me the whole time. I-I didn’t have my seatbelt on.” You say choking on your sobs. Dean looks down, swallowing hard. A sob tears from your chest.
“This is all my fault.” You say.
“I’m going to staple now, try to stay still for me.” The doctor instructs. You close your eyes flinching at the sound of your head being stapled shut.
“No, it’s no one’s fault. It was an accident.” Dean’s answer is immediate.
“If I hadn’t climbed into the middle and taken my seatbelt off…” you trail off.
“No.” His voice is firm now. “This is not your fault.”
“I want to see him.” You say, even though you know he’s in surgery. Allie gently shakes her head.
“Not yet.” Allie reminds. “As soon as he’s out and the doctors say visitors are okay,” she promises, “we’ll take you straight to him.” You nod weakly, another tear slipping down your cheek.
“I just need him to be okay.” You whisper. Dean leans over and kisses your forehead, careful to avoid the wound.
“He knows you’re alive,” he says. “And I guarantee the first thing he’s going to ask when he wakes up is where you are.” For the first time since the crash, you manage the smallest, tearful smile.
“Yeah,” you whisper. “That sounds like Beau.”
The room is quiet except for the steady beep of the heart monitor. You stop in the doorway. For a second, all you can do is stare at him. He’s pale, bruised, and wrapped in enough bandages to make your chest ache. His right leg is elevated in a bulky cast. His arm is secured in a sling. There are scrapes across his face and a small bandage near his hairline. But he’s here, and he’s alive, and he’s breathing, and he’s entirely yours. Dean gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“Go on.” He en courages. You walk to his bedside, carefully slipping your hand into his. His parents had stepped out, Dean assuring them that he’d look after you and Beau. Almost immediately, Beau’s eyelids flutter. He blinks staring at you. Then he blinks again. You’re afraid for a split second that something horrible has happened, that he doesn’t remember you or something. His eyes finally find yours. He stares.
“Well…” he trails off, voice scratchy. You laugh nervously giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
“Hi.” You whisper. Beau’s brown eyes assess you, another long stare.
“You’re really pretty.” He murmurs. You smile, heart beating erratically, maybe he didn’t remember you.
“You’ve said that before.” You tell him.
“I know.” He says nodding slightly.
“Worth saying again and again.” He tells you, his eyes shutting for a split second before he opens them again looking around the room. Dean snorts realizing that his best friend is absolutely zooted.
“He’s still on another planet.” Dean says. Beau barely seems to notice he’s in the room, his eyes drifting to his best friend for a half a second before fluttering back to you. He keeps looking at you.
“Did I die?” He asks seriously. You shake your head quickly.
“No, no baby.” You say reassuring him.
“You sure?” He asks you in disbelief.
“I’m positive.” You say with a slight laugh. He gestures weakly toward you, his hand just barely coming off of the bed, the oxygen sensor lighting his finger up red making him look like E.T.
“’Cause you look like an angel.” He tells you. Your eyes immediately sting, you can’t help but smile. Even high off his ass he’s sweet.
“Beau…” you say. He smiles lazily.
“Knew you’d come find me.” He mutters. Your heart squeezes in your chest. Then his eyes wander past you. He spots Dean. His face scrunches in confusion.
“How the hell did he get in here?” He asks looking back and forth between you and Dean. Dean raises an eyebrow.
“Excuse me?” Dean says feigning offense.
“I thought this was heaven.” Beau whispers to you. Your face scrunches in confusion.
“If this is heaven who the hell let him in? Someone’s getting fired.” Beau says seriously. Allie has to turn around because she’s laughing hysterically. Dean folds his arms.
“I’ve been sitting in this hospital for seven hours and these are the words you have to say to me? Wow, I’m hurt truly.” He says.
Beau looks genuinely confused.
“Dude I know the stuff you’ve done.” Beau says giving him a knowing look. Dean just shakes his head a smile on his face.
“I liked you better unconscious.” He says jokingly. Beau narrows his eyes weakly flipping him off. You laugh.
The nurse walks in with a warm smile, carrying another bag of fluid.
“Look who’s awake.” She says kindly. Beau looks over.
“Hi.” He says.
“How are you feeling?” She asks him. He thinks about it, pondering the question before he sighs.
“Not the best.” He admits. You laugh so do Dean and Allie. Even the nurse laughs.
“Any pain?” She asks.
“My whole body.” Beau replies. Your heart squeezes in sympathy. Your poor baby.
“We’ll fix that, I’ll bring you some pain medicine.” She says. She checks his IV before asking, “Need anything else before I go grab those meds?”
“Yeah.” He says.
“What is it?” She asks sweetly.
“I gotta pee.” Beau whispers. She smiles.
“You’re okay. You have a Foley catheter in. We’ll take it out tomorrow. But it’s peeing for you essentially.” She says. Beau nods.
“Cool.” He says. She checks something in the chart. Five seconds pass. He looks back at her.
“Hang on.” He says skeptically.
“Yes?” She asks.
“Take what out tomorrow?” He asks.
“The catheter.” She reiterates.
“Where is it?” He asks confusingly.
“It’s draining your bladder.” She explains. He nods slowly.
“Okay.” He says. His eyes suddenly get enormous.
“Oh.” He says realizing what that must mean. The room goes silent as he looks under the blanket, then back at the nurse.
“You mean to tell me…” he trails off. He points toward himself.
“There’s a tube in my penis?” He asks. The nurse nods calmly an amused smile on her lips, you can’t help tell she’s trying hard to stay professional.
“Yes.” She confirms. Beau stares at the ceiling contemplating his life.
“That is the worst news I’ve gotten all day.” He says with a sigh. Dean barks out a laugh.The nurse smiles sympathetically.
“We’ll take it out first thing tomorrow.” She assures. He looks at her.
“You’ve seen it?” He asks wide eyed. You bite back a laugh.
“I have.” She confirms.
“Man.” He says.
“It’s okay.” She assures him.
“I don’t really like people seeing it all…” He makes a vague motion with his hand.
“…noodley.” He says. Allie folds in half laughing. You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. Leaning forward you bury your face against Beau’s bed because you’re laughing too hard yourself. Dean has tears in his eyes.
“Noodley?” Dean asks through laughter.
“I don’t know, man.” He says. Beau shrugs.
“I wasn’t expecting company.” He says. The nurse pats his shoulder.
“Honey, I’ve seen more genitalia than a prostitute your is unremarkable.” She says. She starts toward the door signing out of the computer and sliding the glass door shut.
Beau stares at you.
“Well that doesn’t necessarily make me feel better.” He huffs. You bite back a laugh, running a hand through his hair gently.
“Baby, it’s very remarkable in my opinion.” You say.
“Did not need to hear that.” Dean mutters. Beside him Allie laughs.
“I’m gonna go get some coffee, you want anything?” Allie asks. You shake your head.
“I’ll go with you, you two behave. No funny business.” Dean says eyeing you down.
“Dude there’s a tube in my dick.” Beau says. You laugh covering your face with your hands. Allie and Dean walk out leaving you and Beau alone.
A moment passes before Beau glances down at his leg. He lifts the blanket an inch.
“Geez.” He huffs.
“What?” you ask.
“That’s my leg?” He asks.
“Unfortunately.” You say, grimacing at the sight of his poor leg. He stares at it.
“Fuck.” He mutters. “There goes the draft.” He says. You frown.
“Baby,” you begin, not sure what to say.
“Guess I’m just gonna have to be your trophy husband.” He says leaning his head back against the pillows.
“We’ll have to see what the doctor says baby, but you’re always welcome to be my trophy husband, NFL or not.” You say.
“Yeah…” Beau sighs dramatically.
“But now Mel Kiper’s gonna spend six months saying ‘if healthy’ every time he says my name.” He says. You laugh, he just survived a horrible wreck and of course these are the thoughts going through his head.
“And you will be healthy.” You say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
“I swear I hate that guy.” He mutters. You laugh so hard your head starts to ache. Beau hears it and looks back at you.
“There it is.” He grins.
“What?” You ask.
“Your laugh.” He says softly. He smiles, eyes already drifting closed.
“Missed that.” He murmurs. You squeeze his hand.
“I missed you too.” You say eyes welling with tears.
He hums sleepily, his eyes fluttering shut. “Still think you’re the prettiest girl in the room.” He murmurs.
“Baby I’m the only girl in the room, but that’s very sweet.” You say.
Beau doesn’t even open his eyes. Thirty seconds later, he’s asleep again, still holding your hand.
“We’ll get through this Beau, you and me. Promise.” You murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead. And you were right, the two of you would make it through as long as you were together.
