A/N: This is a request/prompt from the lovely Cx3 and Cloud11! Be prepared for lots of feels in this one ;) I hope you all enjoy!

It all happened so fast.

"CRESS!"

January 18th, 10:47 p.m.

His world shattered.

He remembered hearing it all from over the phone, his heart sinking in his chest. Never in his life had he been so terrified. So afraid. He had heard the screech of her tires, and the crashing of metal, before her phone had ended the call.

"NO!" he screamed it, his eyes threatening to spill over with the tears he didn't know he could produce. His whole body shook with fear and panic and the overwhelming thoughts that plagued his mind.

Could she be dead? Is she even alive? Was that their last conversation?

It couldn't be. He was going to make sure everything was alright.

He threw the plate he had been eating from onto the floor, the frustration and anger building up inside of him. The shock was still there; he felt glued to the spot he stood in at the kitchen counter in their home.

The plate shattered, shards flying everywhere, his scrambled eggs and bacon a mess on the tiled floors. He had only been in a white t-shirt and his boxers, no shoes or socks. His feet had little cuts from where the tiny pieces of the ceramic plate had hit him, blood on his legs too. It didn't matter. Nothing else mattered but her.

A tear escaped his eye, rolling down his cheek. He ran his hands through his hair, desperation filling the hole that was forming in his heart as he finally came to the realization of what happened.

He was out the door in three seconds.

No shoes, no pants, no jacket. It was fifteen degrees fahrenheit outside, snow had been falling that morning. It was freezing outside, but he couldn't feel anything but the ache in his chest and the necessity to be with her right that very second.

He drove as fast as humanly possible without risking the chance of killing someone by how reckless he was driving to the hospital. It normally a thirty minute drive, but he was there in fifteen. His heart was pounding, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He sprinted from his car and through the hospital parking lot, unaware of how the little rocks and pebbles on the ground were contributing to the injuries on his feet as he burst through the doors, nearly sliding as he got to the front desk. A trail of blood followed him.

"I need to see Cress." he spoke urgently, his eyes scanning over all three of the ladies at the reception area, impatience screaming in his head. He didn't have time to go through all of this. He needed to see her now.

"Who, young man?" The woman asked. She wore pink glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"Cress! Crescent. Crescent Darnell," he was breathing so quickly he felt he might pass out. "Sh-She was in an accident about thirty or so minutes ago. I need to see her." His knuckles gripped the counter so hard his knuckles were white as she typed some things on the computer.

"I'm sorry sir, but if she was in an accident, the ambulance hasn't arrived yet."

Thorne let out a noise of frustration and ran his hands through his hair, his entire body feeling like it would split in half at any second.

"You can wait in the lobby if you'd like," she said, "I'm sorry but there isn't much else I can do-" She stopped speaking as paramedics came in through the door, barking orders at one another, three gurneys rolling in fast. The first was a man, blood running down the side of his face, but Throne couldn't see anything else from the blanket that was over him. The second was a woman with dark hair who had an arm that seemed to be very very broken, sticking out from under the blanket. Her face had bruises on it, and her neck was bleeding as well.

As the third gurney rolled in, Thorne's heart lept into his throat as he ran to it, his heart beating fast, his hands shaking. The paramedics repeatedly told him to back away, but he couldn't hear a word from either of them.

It was her.

Her face was bloody, one of her eyes had already swollen up. Her neck was in a brace, her little hand sticking out was also in a wrist brace. His world felt like it was ending, watching the girl he was in love with stroll through the hospital halls. Everything was moving in slow motion. His chest ached so badly he thought he might just fall over and die. Seeing her in so much pain hurt him so badly he couldn't breathe. He had forgotten to breathe.

He gasped for air, coming back to the present. He walked with the paramedics and Cress all the way until the went through the double doors towards the operation rooms, where they again told him he could not come with them.

"God, FUCK!" he had screamed, punching the door frame as he paced back in forth in front of those double doors, his hands in his hair, tears pouring down his cheeks as he sucked in each breath, his vision blurring. He stood in front of those doors until he watched them turn Cress down another corridor and out of sight.

Thorne took a seat in the lobby/ waiting room, his head in his hands, the fear overtaking him.

The pink-glasses receptionist came from behind the counter and placed a robe right beside him, a concerned look on her face. "I'm so sorry about your…" she trailed off, unsure of what his relationship of Cress was exactly.

"Girlfriend." muttered Thorne, removing his hands from his face, his eyes trained straight forward, unfocused.

"Your girlfriend," the receptionist said. She tucked a piece of her red hair behind her ears nervously, picking up the robe and offering it to him. "You were in quite a hurry to get here. I thought you might not want to sit and wait in your underwear." She was trying to lighten the mood with her tone, which was very hard to do with the severity of the situation.

Thorne turned towards her and took the robe, placing it in his lap. "Thank you," he said, his eyes returning to the spot on the wall he had been staring at before.

The receptionist felt awkward, trying to comfort this poor man. She sighed, smiling.

"If you need anything, any of the ladies at the front desk would be happy to help."

"When will I get to see her?" said Thorne, looking back to the woman. His eyes looked so heartbroken and hurt, which filled the receptionist with sorrow for him.

"Well, seeing that they rushed her to the operating room and the fact that we do not know what procedures she is having done, it could be thirty minutes, it could be seven hours. Time will tell." she frowned, seeing his expression change, even more devastating. "I'm so sorry, sir. I hope she's okay."

"Thank you," he muttered again. He went back to staring into space, thoughts racing through his head.

Four hours later, a nurse came through the double doors, and Thorne jumped to his feet. He hadn't moved since he had sat down. The only time he had done anything was when the nice receptionist put a bottle of water beside him after it had been an hour and half of impatiently waiting, and he drank the whole thing. The nurse went over to the reception area. The woman relayed the information about Thorne and how he was waiting to see his girlfriend, and the nurse turned towards him.

He rushed to her, eyes begging for some sort of knowledge about Cress.

"Is she okay? Can I go see her?"

"Miss Darnell is going to be just fine, sir. I'm afraid she suffered a mild concussion, temporary vocal chord paralysis, a fractured wrist, three broken ribs, and a collapsed lung. The other two patients involved in the wreck are also fine, their injuries were minimal. They are both awake, and said that the ice on the roads caused them to slide during a turn, colliding with Crescent head on. The glass from the windshield and windows cut the right side of her face, but that will all heal up fine, save for a potential scar or two, but they would be very small. She did receive a black eye in the crash, and her legs are also a little bruised. Due to the neck trauma she had, she will need to wear the brace for a weeks or so until swelling and general pain subsides. Because she did break her ribs with led to the collapsed lung, the doctors went ahead and put in a chest tube to help drain any fluid or blood from the lung, and then removed it after the draining was done. She's in a lot of pain right now, and they gave her a sedative, so she's out. You can go and see her, but she won't be able to talk when she wakes up, or do much else but breathe, which is still really hard with her lung and ribs."

Thorne took deep breaths, the sadness threatening to shut him down all over again. "Alright," he said. "Thank you."

The nurse led him to Cress's room, the anticipation killing him as he turned the corner and entered the room.

Cress was indeed asleep, her short hair messy. They had cleaned her up, all the blood was gone from her face and her arms and her feet were clothed in little purple hospital socks. The neck brace was still on, as well as the wrist brace, and there was a scab cutting through her right eyebrow, as well as a small scab on her cheek. They put an IV in her left arm.

The relief to hear the heart monitor still beeping was so immense, he cried. Tears rolled down his face, a smile on his face. A huge ginormous grin. He must have looked insane by how overjoyed he was to see that she was alive, not awake, but alive and would be okay. None of her injuries would last forever and she was just going to have to take some time to heal.

Thorne pulled up a chair next to her bed, his head pounding from how much crying he had done in the last few hours. Considering himself to be a very manly man and in no way emotional, the thought of losing Cress was simply too much for him. He placed his hand on top of hers, sniffing and wiping his eyes with the sleeve of the robe he wore.

"God, Cress." he breathed, beyond thankful that he would get to see her eyes open again. He kissed her hand, smiling again.

Thorne stayed awake for a few more hours until he finally fell asleep from exhaustion. The doctors came in every hour to check her vitals and make sure she was still breathing properly with her lung still healing. When Thorne woke up again, it was almost six in the morning. Her doctor was in the room, just to check the machines again.

"I'm sorry to wake you," he said, writing down something on his clipboard. "Miss Darnell is recovering wonderfully, and should be able to leave within the next two or three days."

Thorne nodded, yawning. He looked to Cress, who was still sleeping peacefully. Thorne finally checked his phone for the first time since this whole ordeal had occurred.

Dr. Erland: I got a call from the hospital. I can't get a flight home until tomorrow morning, but I'll be there as soon as possible. They told me the extent of her injuries. Please take care of her when she gets home, Carswell. Make sure she gets her medication and don't let her do anything the doctors say not to do. Thank you for caring about her.

Cinder: We're all worried sick about Cress. Let me know when she wakes up and we'll all come visit.

Iko: IS CRESS OKAY!?

Thorne tucked his phone into the pocket of the robe, sighing. He rested his head on the rail of her bed, looking at her face sadly.

"Wake up, Cress. I need to see those eyes."

When she first opened her eyes, she was very confused. Her memory of the last 24 hours was fuzzy. Everything seemed to be a little fuzzy, but when she looked around the plain white hospital room she blinked hard and saw Thorne asleep in front of her, his head resting on the bed, the railing taken down. She tried to say his name, but nothing came out. She felt a strain in her neck and stopped trying to talk.

She panicked, but her breathing didn't catch up to her heart rate. She couldn't breathe any quicker than she was, and they were such short breaths. It was painful to do that, too. She pushed the button and her doctor came inside.

"Miss Darnell, I'm happy to see that you're awake."He smiled, standing just inside the doorway. Cress reached up to her throat, which was covered in a brace, and opened her mouth, alluding to the fact that she can't speak.

"When you were in the accident, your vocal chords were temporarily paralyzed. Don't worry, they'll be healed in a few days with proper medication and breathing. But I suggest you don't try to strain your vocal chords too much while they heal. Your kind boyfriend went and filled your prescriptions this morning, so after we check everything tonight and then again tomorrow morning, you should be able to go home and rest up." He checked her IV before he headed back to the door. "I'll be back later tonight, take it easy." He grinned and left.

Cress looked back to Thorne, who had one of his hand still on hers. She grabbed his, squeezing as tight as she could without feeling exhausted. She opened her mouth to speak again, then frowned. Not being able to talk was frustrating. She let go of his hands and poked his head several times, then when she almost began to laugh, coughed, pain exploding from her throat, and winced in pain. The nose was pathetic, but loud enough to wake him. He stirred, yawning loudly, eyes squinted. He slowly raised himself and blinked a few times, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Then he looked at her.

"CRESS!" He threw his arms around her, accidentally elbowing her ribs, and she cried out in pain, which was even more painful due to her vocal chords. Thorne immediately cursed at himself and stuck out his bottom lip, feeling awful.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, oh my God I'm so sorry, are you okay, Cress?" He kissed her hand, over and over again.

Cress nodded and smiled, though it was forced and weak. Thorne kissed her hand again, smiling sadly.

"I missed seeing you awake." He let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. The relief flooded his veins and held him tight, making him feel so much better than he had the night before. "I was worried sick about you. Are you sure you're alright? Wait, don't answer that. The doctor already told me that you can't speak for a while. I'll get you out of this place tomorrow, okay, Cress? Your dad came in earlier. He was worried too, but he knows how much of a trooper you are, and I told him I'd take great care of you, so don't worry, alright? Everything's gonna be okay." He smiled, though a single tear tumbled down his cheek.

Cress frowned, seeing the toll this really had taken on him. She wanted to tell him she loved him and thank him for being so concerned, for caring so much about her. Instead, she pulled his hands to her lips and placed a feather of kiss across his knuckles. Thorne grinned.

"I love you so much. I'm so happy you're okay. You have no idea how relieved I am." He sighed contently. "You don't need to worry about anything, I'm going to be the best nurse ever. I'll go out and get one of those sexy nurse outfits and everything, you know, the ones with the weird hat? That one. I'll wear it for you, even if it is a dress that will show my butt. I'll make you every meal, every single day, and we can just lay in bed together all day and watch movies-whatever movies you want! I can help give you baths-no complaints from me there- and I'll make sure you take all of your pain meds, and that your super comfortable in bed, and we'll be on time to all of the check ups we have to go to over the next few months..." Thorne sighed again. Then he smiled.

"Anything for you, Cress. I'll do anything."

This time it was Cress who teared up, beyond thankful for this man that was sitting in front of her. She kissed his knuckles again, smiling. He smiled right back.

A/N: OKAY this one was a lengthy one-shot, but I couldn't just STOP, which I did anyways ;) I'm considering turning this into a story by itself, because I do have ideas for future things to happen in this particular AU, SO if you would like me to do that, let me know and I will gladly :) Review, lovelies! Send me more prompts and story requests! I hope you liked it! :)