Injured and Broken: Natalie || Flynn
Flynn raced through the Circus as fast as he could with the condition he was in, not yet properly healed. Sprinting to his bike he hopped on and hit the rode, glad to be back on his baby, but not pleased at all with why he needed to leave the Circus.
He rode with the fierceness as if demons were on his tail to the hospital. please don't be dead, Nat. was all that was going through his head. He swirved his bike into the parking lot at the Hospital and rushed in, blowing passed reception, hearing 'Mr Richards, you can't go in there!' from the receptionist behind him who had only just checked him out a few days ago, so would still remember him.
Flynn almost ran down the halls, searching for Nat, until he came across a room with the door ajar, and there lying in the bed was Nat, her golden hair out of her face, and not as silky as usual, her face drained of colour and her body seeming weak and fragile with bandages near all major arteries
"Nat?" he walked to her, speaking gently not to startle her, relieved that she was alive "Nat?" he took her hand, smiling a bit when she looked at him, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand "Hey" was all he managed to say