daniela avanzini x fem!police!reader
🌀— request ;; everything was peaceful, you were off duty, daniela was getting ready to go on stage. until the actions of a dumb drunk teen changes your lives forever.
warnings: angst 😱 ayee i think this is my 2nd angst??, daniela’s kinda like idk an ass, also guys oopsies i’ve never been on a plane so!! mentions of death.
a/n: i would love it if u guys commented, also did u guys see zara larsson twerking, i personally think daniela does it better but idk
“no baby, i’m just getting ready to clock out.” you spoke over the phone, daniela on the other line. she was fixing her jacket for their opening act of the beautiful chaos tour.
“okay mi cielo, i’ll call you after the show.” she said trying to rush to get off the phone so she could focus on getting ready.
“okay baby, i love you so much.” you said, hoping for her to say it back, only to end up with the dial tone signaling she hung up already.
a soft huff left your mouth, pressing buttons on the online time shift to officially end your end of shift. you grabbed your radio, “dispatch? i’m calling off.” turning off your radio, hanging it neatly on your belt. you pivoted your leg, making your way to the cop car.
you weren’t gonna let daniela’s busy day ruin the rest of your night. no, you weren’t. you thought about that. you fumbled with the car keys, inserting it into the ignition. you let out a small breath, backing up the parking lot. you stopped at the stop sign, putting your left turn signal on, checking both ways before going.
you turned left, putting your signal back to normal, hm, what were you gonna do for the rest of the day.
you could go get a burger at in and out?
maybe go visit your family?
… it was quiet. peaceful. but you were hurting. you were stuck. something was pushing into your side, a soft whimper left you as you tried to get out.
quick think, grab your walkie talkie call dispatch.
you tried to move but you couldn’t, you just laid there limp.
voices were surrounding your head, you could hear police sirens, and ambulances coming hear you.
your eyes shut softly, a soft ambiance flushing over you. and all you could think of was daniela. why couldn’t she just say she loved you back?
your coworker shook you trying to get your attention.
“ah shit— someone call her wife! get a stretcher!” he yelled out, pulling you from one arm, placing it over his shoulder, pulling you out the car, “come on, y/n. stay with us please.” he muttered.
a paramedic rushed over with a stretcher, you were put on, there was a bleed on your left side of your stomach. 5 different people had gotten into the ambulance with you. two cops, and three paramedics.
a cop grabbed your phone, opening it up. they went to daniela’s contact dialing her up.
meanwhile, daniela was only minute from going on stage. her manager came up to her, “dani, you’re getting a call, do you want me to answer it-?”
“no leave it, i’ll call them back after the show.”
you were at the hospital, three hours had gone by. the sounds of the lights humming being the only thing heard.
daniela had just wrapped up a show, grabbing her phone, seeing no notifications from you.
then she remembered she gotten a phone call, earlier. she went to her call logs, pressing on the call button, putting it on speaker. she took a makeup wipe from the package, wiping her face.
“you’ve reached the LAPD,” her face went pale, she dropped the wipe, fumbling for her phone, hanging up immediately, clicking onto your contact.
the phone rang only once.
“cielo? what’s wrong, where are you? why did your work call me?”
“sorry, y/n is in the hospital, you need to come quick.”
“what..?” daniela’s other members looked up, all making eye contact with each other. daniela got up with no hesitation, grabbing her car keys. rushing out of the forum.
she was shaky, her hands shoved her phone into the pocket of her sweats. she didn’t even think twice about driving to the airport. her driving was insane, usually she was the most safest driver. but she was scared.
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 play?
millions of thoughts swarmed her mind, why wouldn’t she just fucking say three simple words? why was that your last words to her?
as soon as she arrived, her mind was foggy, her eyes were watery, she walked up to the receptionist,
“i- i need a plane to la leaving like right now.” she stumbled her words.
“okay i have one leaving, but you’ll need to rush there.” the girl reached out to give the ticket, daniela quickly grabbing it, running over to the station, getting on the plane
she arrived in la after a hour and a half, daniela was tired, but you were in the hospital, and she had to prioritize you first.
you should’ve always been first. maybe if she would’ve just stayed on the phone for one minute even one second longer.
she walked outside the airport, flagging down a taxi. daniela got inside the cab.
“i need to go to the,” she swallowed a lump down her throat, “the hospital.”
“alright, you want me to rush?”
the driver took off, luckily they were only a couple of blocks away from the hospital.
at the hospital, you were doing fine, yeah you were still unconscious, they had done surgery on you, managing the internal bleeding, putting sutures to cover over half your left side of your body.
“hello, i’m here to see, y/n l/n?”
“alright here you go she’s in room..” she looked at the badge.
and at the same time, the alarm went off, the speakers blaring.
daniela’s face heated up, grabbing the badge, and running past the doors, turning to her right, looking at the signs above her head, rooms 210-220 this way.
she turned her head to the right, seeing the room 218.
the room was filled with doctors, medical assistants, cnas.
“she’s going into v-fib! get the paddles!” someone shouted.
a cna rushed out the room going into the nearest nurses station. daniela took that as her option to enter the room. that’s when she saw somebody on top of you, doing chest compressions.
that’s when it hit her, this was all very so surreal.
she huddled into a corner of the room, watching everything go down, her face covered with tears.
“she’s going into asystole.” a nurse said, as they came in with the charge cart.
“what? what- what does that mean?” daniela spoke up, as she pushed some people out of the way, seeing you lie there, your chest wasn’t moving.
they placed on the paddles on your chest, the nurse doing chest compressions getting off, so they could do it properly.
a few minutes had gone by, nothing had worked.
