Please do one where Y/n get extremely hurt while tornado chasing and Tyler is protecting her and treating her wounds
combined with this request: or mb an established relationship n they go tornado chasing n she gets hurt and he has to help her before they both die (like how Kate helped own after the thing fell on him and they had to run to the cinema) by @inloveallthetime
warnings; mention of blood, not edited.
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the storm is getting closer and closer with each second. “y/n, get in the damn truck!” your boyfriend, tyler owens, tells, hitting the hood of his red pickup.
you shake your head stubbornly, “we have to get closer, we’re gonna miss our chance,” you speak, looking up at the storm. debris is flying everywhere, branches nearly missing your head. you decide to run closer, however you’re quickly pushed back by a gust of wind, and you land on your back.
tyler runs towards you, his voice laced with worry, “y/n!” he screams, not getting to you before a large piece of scrap metal flys by and scrapes your leg.
“tyler, it’s- shit it’s getting closer,” you voice, he doesn’t speak, his nerves racing as fast as yours. he picks you up, sprinting to the car. in a rush, he opens the passenger side door, putting you inside and shutting it. he goes over to the driver side, forfeiting the seatbelt, and practically stomps on the gas pedal.
it takes a few minutes, but eventually you get away from the storm and back to the road. “ty, i’m sorry,” you mumble, your hand putting pressure on your bloody leg. he only shakes his head in response and keeps driving. the drive back to the motel is a long one. he doesn’t speak all the way home, but you notice him glancing at your wound every couple seconds.
finally, you pull into the motel’s parking lot. tyler opens his door and walks over to yours. he opens it, offering you his hand. you gladly accept, limping out of the car. he lets out a frustrated huff, lifting you up once more. with more struggle than he’s willing to admit, he gets the door unlocked and gets you inside the room and on top of the bed before shutting it.
he stands there for a moment, just looking at you with a look of disappointment and frustration. he then moves into the bathroom to grab a first aid kit. “i need your jeans off,” he mumbles. normally, one of you would make a suggestive joke, but now, neither of you say anything. you just stand up on one leg, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down. tyler pushes you back down softly, “i’ve got it, you’re alright.” he pulls them down the rest of the way.
he wets a cotton ball with some rubbing alcohol, giving you fair warning, “it’s gonna hurt, baby.” it’s mumbled, but still there. it lets you know that even though he’s upset, you’re still his girlfriend and he loves you. he gently presses it against the wound, lifting up each time he moves further down.
your boyfriend finished within a few moments, he wraps a bandage around the wound that stretches from your upper thigh to just above your knee. “it isn’t deep enough to need stitches, but it’s definitely gonna be rough to put weight on for a few days.”
you nod slowly, mumbling a thanks. your nervous for what’s to come. you know he’s upset and you don’t want to press anything, so you just grab your bag that was luckily already close to the bed and slip some shorts on. he slips into the bathroom wordlessly and you hear the water turn on.
tyler spends only about a half hour in the shower. you spend that time on the bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. when he gets out, he turns the lamp beside your bed on and shuts the big light off. “i’m sorry,” you mumble, looking up at him.
his anger seemed to subside with the shower, which was really the whole point of it. “i don’t tell you what to do for no reason, sweetheart. it’s to protect you, and when you don’t do that, you can get hurt.”
you nod your head slowly, “i know, ty. i just-” you start, your voice shaky. “the closer we get the more likely we are to see where it’s going and we can get people safe.”
your boyfriend scoffs, frustrated, “you don’t get to put other people’s safety above your own, y/n!” he shouts.
your taken aback at his tone, “i know that, tyler!” you stand, quickly wincing and sitting back down when a sharp pain shoot’s up your leg.
he moves to sit next to you, grabbing your hand to keep you from jolting up again, “i don’t want you to think i don’t trust you, darlin’. you just..” he trails off when he sees one of your tears fall. moving his hands to gently pad away your tears, he continues, “you’re new at this. i know you can handle yourself, but you can’t be so reckless all the time. okay? i can’t lose you.” he speaks genuinely, his fingers gently rubbing against the bandage on your thigh.
you sniff quietly, “i’m really sorry. you’re right, i just wanna help people.”
he lets out a chuckle, “i know that, sweetheart. and we do what we can, we just… we can’t save them all,” he smiles, “that’s my favorite thing about you.”
“i’m really sorry, ty. i promise i’ll listen from now on.”
tyler nods, “i know you will. and i’m not just saying all this to be mean, but you got hurt today. it could have been a lot worse and it would have been avoided if you had just gotten into the car,” he starts his hand drawing patterns against your skin, “i appreciate you saying you’ll listen from now on. i know what i’m doin’, darlin’.”
you smile, “i know you do. thank you for trying to protect me. sorry for scaring you.”
he returns your smile, “don’t be sorry, let’s just try not to give me another heart attack?” when you nod he continues, “and i’ll always protect you, sweetheart. it’s in my job description.”