Adam Driver One Shots

Bridged • Adam S x Reader

Warning: Self-harm, Depression

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"You know what, you're the worst person on this planet right now!"

Hannah's eyes were red and puffy. She was fueled with jealousy and rage; you had just confessed to loving Adam and having his baby, and you weren't expecting her to react like this.

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. "I would've thought you'd be happy for me. You told me were done with Adam, so why are you acting like this?"

She pointed at you accusingly. "Because I'm not over Adam yet! Alright? I still fucking love him."

"Then why didn't you tell me that before this happened? Just so you know we weren't planning to have this kid, it just happened."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh sure it fucking did." She scoffed and started rounding the tables towards you. "But he's your boyfriend now so I'm not going to care." She threw her hands around as she spoke.

"Hannah. . ." You moved your arm and attempted to calm down your best friend. "Sometimes we have to accept what life throws at us."

"What, so you would've been happy when he asked to look after my baby? I don't think so."

"I would've, if it meant helping you out then I would've let him." You paused and sighed, "I would've let him worry about your baby rather than mine."

"Grover and I don't need someone like you in our lives."

"But I was just trying to hel-"

"You're a horrible person. A needy, bitchy horrible person who justs likes to fuck Adam." She wiped her eyes and moved away from your outstretched arm. She left your apartment, shutting the door loudly.

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Adam arrived at the hospital as fast as he could. He knew you were struggling with prenatal depression because of all the recent stress that got dumped on you; but he didn't expect you to take it this far.

Of course, he was speeding to get to you. Even though he didn't show it, you meant everything to him. You were carrying his baby and if you died, he would be heart broken and would struggle to look after his child.

He entered through the sliding doors and slid into the room. The hospital smell hit him immediately and his worries spread like wildfire. People were rushing around, grabbing things and disappearing into another room. He speed walked to the person at the counter and slammed his wrists down. "Where is she?!" He shouted. Everyone turned to him.

The woman behind the counter looked up. "Sir, you need to tell me who you're after. And please calm down, I don't want you to scare the others." It took him until now to realize there were people sitting next to her.

"Shit, fuck." He muttered and ran his hands through his tangled, black hair. "Uh, her name's (Y/N) (L/N), she's pregnant and is really fucking depressed." He was breathing heavily and practically tearing his hair out.

"Down the hall and turn left, she's in the second room on the right." She spoke and Adam ran straight away.

He ran through the halls, jumping over beds and making trolleys of different medications and food fall to the floor. He made it to the room and opened the door.

The first thing he saw was your body rocking and shaking with sobs. "You fucking psycho." He muttered, breathing heavily. Held the door for a few seconds but let it shut.

You stayed in your spot and cried harder, ashamed of your actions. You held your stomach and avoided looking at the bandages all along your arms.

You heard footsteps but continued looking out the window, out into the building opposite. You held no emotions on your face and the only noise was the heavy breathing of yourself and the beep of the heart monitor.