Don't Need Them - John Laurens x Reader {DISCONTINUED}

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Lafayette's POV

"'erc! Alex and I are running out to get things!"

"Okay! Love you guys!

"Je t'aime!"

Alex and I exited the apartment and walked down the stairs of the complex. Leaving the complex, we walked to my car. We would've walked, but carrying a couple bags in the January air for more than ten minutes didn't seem too great.

Alex was in the passenger seat, scrolling down something. My guess was Twitter.

"Everyone seems to be leading such great lives right now," he mumbled.

"And we aren't?" I responded simply, without looking away from the road.

"It's not that," Alex sighed. "Everything just seems... particularly good, for other people."

"You just 'ave to get your mind off of things."

"It's kinda hard to do that when--" Alex started.

"Then get off of social media for a while," I interjected.

"It's not that easy! I don't get how you and Herc can see them and not feel worse!"

"We love them, Alex, I know, but you don't 'ave to bring them up! 'erc and I are trying to accept things, but are also trying to keep up with what you want to do!"

"But I just know it; I know that one day they'll see us as we used to be!"

"So we're supposed to do this by just disappearing from their lives until their child is old enough to know us? Even for you, Alex, that isn't a solid idea!" I responded, looking over at him at a red light.

Alex looked at me. "We can have time to change ourselves for the better!"

"And what if we don't even love them anymore when, or even if, that time comes?"

"Trust me! Things will work out in the end!"

The light turned green after a minute, and I started going again. "Oui, but maybe not in the way you might be thinking!"

"Believe me, the moment you see the child, you're both going to want her back just as much as you did in the beginning."

I huffed. "Alex, you 'ave to be really caught up to say that."

"Well they won't even let us talk to them for long! At this point, I'm just trying to get them to have a normal conversation with us! Don't you think it's been long enough for them to finally start letting us back in?!"

"That's their choice! Sometimes things change, mon amour!" I replied, looking at him.

His dark eyes were frustrated. "It's not fair! How come they get to be so happy while we're here watching them, upset?!"

I went to turn, still looking at him. "Well, that's just 'ow things--"

CRASH!

Both of us were jerked forward and my head snapped back forward. "Merde!"

The silver car in front of us had rolled back partially from the impact, and I noticed the dent. The windshield was cracked and shattered in a lot of places.

From the feel of it, the front of my car was also damaged, as my leg felt like it was stuck. I looked over at Alex, who was in a state of surprise.

Looking back to the silver car, it seemed a little too familiar. I looked past the windshield, eyes widening even more.

John.

His eyes were closed and, from the looks of it, was passed out. There was a huge slice across his arm, stained and dripping red.

"Oh mon Dieu... mon Dieu... what 'ave we done..."

~

Your POV

Manhattan traffic seemed to be against Rose and I. Everything was taking ages. I was relieved when we finally arrived at the closest medical center.

Rose said she'd watch Bowie while I looked inside, so I went in.

The lady behind the counter smiled lightly as I approached. "Hi! What can I help you with?"

"D-Did anyone by the name of John Laurens get admitted in here?" I asked hopefully.

"Was he one of the ones apart of that crash a bit ago?"

"Yes! I was told they were taken here.."

She typed a few moments. "He was, in fact!"

"W-Was?"

"From what the doctor had said, he wasn't critically injured at all! He had a pretty decent sized cut on his arm, but that was treated," the receptionist responded.

"Did he leave then?"

She nodded. "The doctor said he could go home, so that's where I'm assuming he went."

"Okay... thank you so much."

I turned to leave but the lady called for my attention. "If you don't mind me asking, Miss, what's your relation to him? You seem extremely anxious."

I paused. "I-I'm his wife."

The receptionist's eyes widened slightly. "Oh! I don't mean to intrude on that; I'd be off as quick as possible." She paused, before smiling reassuringly. "Don't worry, Miss. I'm sure he's alright."

"You're right... thank you again!"

I quickly went back to Rose's car, getting back in the passenger's side.

"That was quick- was everything alright?" she asked.

"The receptionist said he wasn't critically injured and could go home. I think he's back at our house," I answered.

"Can I take you back there?" Rose offered.

I nodded. "That would be so helpful. Thank you."

She smiled. "It's all good."

~

I stepped out of the car, setting Bowie down on the ground. "Thanks Rose. I hope we can stay in touch."

"Oh, for sure! It's no problem!"

She waved goodbye and pulled out of the driveway. Picking up Bowie, I hurried up to the front door, finding it unlocked. Opening it, I stepped inside, putting Bowie down and closing the door.

"John?!" I called, worried.

To my relief, John appeared in the kitchen. I ran over before he could say anything, nearly knocking him over once I reached him.

I heard him laugh a bit, arms securely around my waist. "Hey princesa."

I gripped his sweatshirt tightly. "I-I was panicking! You didn't pick up the phone and then there was the crash and I was so worried you got seriously hurt a-and I do-don't know what I-I'd do if—"

"Hey, hey.. breathe, princesa. I'm here- don't overwhelm yourself," John soothed quietly.

I pulled away after a moment, my hand slowly grazing down the bandage on John's arm. "I-Is it bad? Are you hurting?"

He shook his head. "It might look bad, but it doesn't hurt a whole lot."

I sighed, burying my head in his chest as I tried to dispel my tears. John rubbed calming circles on my back with one of his hands, and I felt him kiss the top of my head. "It's gonna take way more than that to drag me down, chickadee; don't you worry."