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The 30th: A Colby Brock x Reader Story

Warnings?: "Major" injury, car accident, emotional distress, medical trauma, angst, Colby dealing with grief? and helplessness.

Summary: A tragic accident changes everything, leaving Colby to grapple with the fragile line between life and death. The reader wakes up in a hospital, memories shattered, while Colby struggles with fear of almost losing them and the guilt of not being there. As they both navigate the aftermath, unanswered questions linger - what if things had been different? What if they hadn't survived..?

The Call That Changed Everything

The first thing Colby registered was how early it was for Sam to be calling him. His phone vibrated aggressively against the nightstand, its screen illuminating the dark room with an eerie glow. Groaning, he blindly reached for it, still half-asleep, pressing the phone to his ear.

"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse with sleep.

"Colby." Sam's voice was tight, urgent. "Dude, wake up. It's about-... It's about them..."

Colby sat up so fast he nearly got whiplash. What..? "What happened?"

There was silence on the other end, just a ragged inhale. That was never a good sign.

"They were in an accident," Sam finally said, voice trembling. "It- it was bad, man... You need to get to the hospital. Now."

Colby's heart plummeted to his stomach.

No. No, this couldn't be real.

His hands shook as he threw back the blankets, his feet barely touching the floor before he was moving- grabbing his keys, shoving on a hoodie, barely processing anything beyond the fact that he needed to get to you.

Because Sam's voice sounded too strained, too grief-ridden.

And that terrified him.

The drive to the hospital was a blur.

Colby wasn't sure how he even got there without crashing himself. His chest was tight, suffocating, a silent scream pressing against his throat but never making it past his lips. His fingers gripped the wheel so hard they ached.

He barely registered pulling into the parking lot.

His legs felt weak beneath him as he sprinted inside, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sterile smell of the hospital burning his nostrils.

At the front desk, he practically slammed his hands down, his voice cracking as he demanded, "Where are they?"

The nurse glanced up, startled. "Sir-"

"Where the hell are they?!" His voice rose, panic lacing every word.

Recognition flickered in her eyes. "Brock, right? You're here for-"

"Yes!" He could barely hold himself together.

The nurse nodded, pressing a button on the phone beside her. "They're in the ICU. Room 217."

Colby didn't wait for any more instructions- his feet were already moving.

The halls felt like they stretched for miles, every step dragging him deeper into the suffocating weight of reality.

And then he reached your room.

And his whole world stopped.

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Broken and Bruised

You looked so... so small.

The sight of you in that hospital bed nearly shattered him. Wired and tubes ran along your body, an IV taped to your arm. Your face was pale, your bruised and busted lips slightly parted as if caught in a restless dream. Bandages wrapped around your forehead, your arm resting in a sling. Bruises and cuts bloomed across your skin, harsh reminders of what had happened.

Colby swallowed hard, his throat burning.

He stepped closer, his knees threatening to give out. He didn't realize he was shaking until he reached for your hand, his fingers ghosting over your skin.

You were warm. Alive.

His breath hitched, relief flooding through him so fast it almost made him dizzy.

But then your eyelids fluttered.

And the second your gaze met his, he saw it- the confusion. The fear.

And worst of all- the lack of recognition.

"...Colby?" Your voice was hoarse, uncertain.

He nodded rapidly, gripping your hand tighter. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here. I'm right here, baby."

You blinked at him, your brows furrowing.

And then-

"What happened to me?"

Colby inhaled sharply. His stomach twisted.

Oh God.

You didn't remember.

It wasn't instant, the realization. It came in fragments, shattered memories slipping through your fingers like grains of sand.

The paramedics had told Sam you woke up in the ambulance, disoriented, in shock. You'd called someone -Colby- but you didn't remember.

And now, looking at him, it was clear that your brain had blurred everything into static.

Colby forced a smile, even as his heart fractured. "You, uh... you got into an accident, baby.."

Your breath hitched, panic creeping in. "I don't-" Your hand trembled in his. "I don't remember."

His gut twisted.

"It's okay," he murmured. "You're safe now."

But God, nothing about this felt safe.

Because the fear in your eyes was something he had never seen before.

And he didn't know how to fix it.

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The Weight of What-Ifs

The days that followed were agonizing.

Colby refused to leave your side, even when nurses gently suggested he get some rest. He couldn't. Not when you kept waking up in a panic, not when you flinched at shadows of memories that refused to return.

And then there were the what-ifs.

They haunted him.

What if it happened to you on a different day?

On a bridge, where there wasn't a rail in the way?

Or a neighborhood street where the little kids played?

What if you weren't alone? There were kids in the car?

What if you were remote? No one knows where you are

If you changed anything, would you not have survived?!

Colby couldn't stop spiraling.

You had survived. But just barely.

And that terrified him more than anything.

The hospital room was quiet, save for the steady beep of the heart monitor and the distant murmur of voices in the hallway.

Colby sat in the chair beside your bed, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles had turned white. His head hung low, dark hair falling into his eyes, but he wasn't crying.

He'd done enough of that in the past twenty-four hours.

Instead, he just stared- at you, at the bruises, at the faint rise and fall of your chest, proof that you were still here. That he hadn't lost you.

But God, it had been close.

Sam had tried to get him to go home earlier, even offered to drive him, but Colby had barely acknowledged him. He couldn't leave. Not yet.

Not when every time he closed his eyes, he saw the wreck.

He hadn't even been there, hadn't seen the twisted metal or the shattered glass, but his mind had painted the picture anyways, cruelly vivid. He saw you lying there in the wreckage, unconscious, broken, alone.

And it made him sick.

A shuddering breath escaped him as he finally lifted his gaze, studying your face.

Your head was turned slightly toward him, your cheek resting against the pillow. There was a small crest between your brows, like your body still remembered the pain even in sleep. The bruises along your temple darkened overnight, spreading like ink beneath your skin.

You looked fragile.

And Colby hated that.

He wanted to hold you, to tell you it was over, that you were safe, but the words felt empty when he couldn't even promise you'd be okay.

Because you didn't remember.

You didn't remember the crash.

You didn't remember calling him, your voice weak and trembling through the phone.

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Okay, I'm tired, my hands hurt, and I've lost motivation. Sooo- if this gets attention and people like it I'll continue it another day, if not, you're stuck on this- Bye bye.

Heartbreak Hotel|| Colby Brock

A/N This is something I wrote when I had been rejected by someone who I really liked, I just let my feeling flow and I thought you guys might enjoy reading this. Also everything that is in bold is something that I thought about saying/did say during that situation.

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“Hey Devyn, what’s up?’’ I asked as I picked up my phone.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come to the trap house and a have a girls night with me, cassie, tara, and kat?’’ She asked through the phone.

“Sure, let me just get some things together and I’ll be there.’’ I replied.

“Okay, see you soon.’’ She said before she hung up.

I quickly got a small overnight bag together with everything I would need and then I left my apartment, got into my car, and started making my way to the trap house. It didn’t take me long to get there so I got out of my car and texted Devyn that I was here and she quickly came and let me in.

“Hey Hads.’’ She said smiling at me.

“Hey.’’ I said smiling back at her.

I walked in and suddenly the memories hit me, the thing was that I hadn’t been to this house in a long time, not since Colby rejected me.

“Hey Colby, can we talk please?’’ I asked as he was sitting in the living room with Kat and Sam.

“Sure.’’ He said giving me a smile.

Once we got to a more private place to talk I looked away from him and tried to calm myself down.

“What’s up?” He asked.

“Okay so umm I kinda like you and I haven’t been wanting to tell you for the fear that you’ll hate me or something stupid like that, but I can’t seem to get over it and I don’t know what to do.’’ I said looking down.

“Oh, Hadleigh-’’ Colby started but I could tell where it was going so I cut him off.

“It’s okay, I’m used to rejection.” I said with tears brimming my eyes.

“I’m sorry.’’ He said. I could tell he was actually sorry but I let my emotions speak for me.

“Funny you say you're sorry for rejecting me, yet i’m the one who is currently in tears” I said as the tears fell.

“Hadleigh-’’ Colby said, trying to reach out for me but I stepped away from him and made my way back to where Kat and Sam were.

They both looked up at me and had questioning looks on their faces but I didn’t say anything other than goodbye before I made my way out to my car. I quickly drove off, but my tears were making it hard to see anything so I pulled over to the side of the road and had a mini breakdown.

“God fuck you for hurting me.’’ I said to no one but myself

Before the memory could take me anywhere else I was pulled into a hug by Devyn who just gave me a knowing look.

“I know it’s hard, but we are going to be in my room the entire night and you guys won’t have to see each other.’’ She said, giving me a comforting squeeze.

“I’m okay, it just hit me like a ton of bricks.’’ I breathed out as we made our way up to her room.

“I know.’’ She said, giving me a small smile.

“Anyway let’s get this girls night started.’’ I said changing the subject.

“Yes!” Devyn exclaimed.

The thing is when we got to her room the girls weren’t in there, only one person, the one person who hurt me. I turned around the leave but Deyvn pushed me forward as if she was forcing us to talk.

“Neither of you guys can leave this room until you talk, I am sick of seeing you cry Hadleigh.’’ Devyn said from behind the door.

“She’s right, we need to talk.’’ Colby spoke up.

“Sorry I wasn’t good enough. I guess it’s my best trait.’’ I said. I wasn’t in the mood to make things right. Right now I need to wallow in the heartbreak because it only makes you stronger.

“Hadleigh don’t say that.’’ Colby said.

“Well, why else did you reject me?’’ I snapped, I quickly regretted it but there was nothing I could do now.

“Why does it sound like you hate me?’’ He snapped back. I didn’t know what to say so we both just sat there in silence for a bit.

“I don’t hate you for rejecting me. I hate myself for thinking I had a chance with you, I hate myself for falling for you. I hate myself for the pain I am going through without you right now” I said after a moment of silence.

“I should be mad at you, but I just can’t make myself do that.’’ I added. It was obvious that I still didn’t hate him after all of this.

“Hads, you are going to have so many chances to fall in love with someone who will love you for everything you are.’’ Colby said walking close to me which caused me to take three steps back.

“Yeah I’m gonna have so many chances to fall in love so why can’t I get over you?’’ I questioned.

“I don’t know.’’ He replied.

“Neither do I. If I did I wouldn’t be so broken and hurt right now. I mean why did I fall for you in the first place when all you do is hurt me?’’ I said laughing bitterly.

“I wish I knew, I may not have those kind of feelings for you, but I still consider you to be a good friend and I never want to see you hurt.’’ He said trying to reach for me again but I shook my head at him.

“Colby don’t. You don’t even know how much pain I am going through right now like sure, depression sucks and it’s something I would never want to go through, but right now I would pick that over going through heartbreak” I said as the tears started falling again.

“Please stop trying to fix this. I’ll be fine, but not any time soon. I need to wallow in this for as long as I can because I know it’s only going to make me stronger in the end. Now if you will excuse me I am going to go.’’ I said before turning and walking out of Devyn’s room.

I didn’t bother to stay and talk about what just happened. I couldn’t even blame Devyn and whoever else for doing this. I know they were just looking out for me and trying to make me feel better. When I got in my car I just sat there for a second going over everything and wondering what I did wrong to make him not feel the same way about me.

“Heartbreak Hotel, room for one.’’ I mumbled as I pulled out of the driveway. I knew that I needed to get far away from all of this for a second and so without looking back I went to my apartment, packed a bag, and booked a plane ticket.

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Hi lovelies, I hope you enjoyed reading this. Normally I will be doing x readers but I wanted to just post this as is so you guys can see what my writing style is like. <3