A/N: This is for Hellcheer week, Day 3 - Modern AU prompt.

I wrote this in a record time, for me. Literally, this took me maybe 2 hours to write. It's not perfect so I hope you all won't mind the lack of detailing in this one and any grammar mistakes.

Eddie's pov:

Everything was fine, totally normal. He was driving his long-time crush, Chrissy Cunningham, to the park to play some Pokemon Go! together. - As friends- but still, he could hope and dream that maybe she had hoped this would be a date as well. They had been close friends ever since high school and many of her friends would tease her about dating him, to which she would giggle and say something like, "He wishes!"

He did.

He never had the balls to ask her out, not even after her long term relationship with that dickhead jock, Jason, ended. He was there for her, as a shoulder to cry on but he was never brave enough to push his luck, terrified she would friend-zone him.

She had bounced down the stairs of her apartment, looking very adorable in a white graphic tee and her denim high waisted skirt. She wore some sort of red bandana around her neck that matched her red square glasses. Her hair looked more red today under the summer sun and he had to force himself to stop staring at her like a creep.

He drove them through the city, listening to music when his phone binged. He glanced down at it.

"Is it your girlfriend?" she teased from the passenger seat.

He shook his head and chuckled. "Nope. Don't have one of those, remember?"

"Oh, I know…" she grinned over to him.

"Ouch. Watch it Princess," he teasingly warned her before reaching for his phone. It was a notification from the Pokemon app. Something had appeared near them. Well shit.

"Hey, can you actually try to catch whatever this is for me real quick?" He asked, unlocking his phone and passing it over to her.

"Yeah, sure. I'm surprised you still play this. Didn't it come out a few years ago?"

"Don't judge me… but yes, yes it did."

A few seconds of silence passed between them as Chrissy tried to catch the little bird looking pokemon. With a start, she groaned loudly. "Why is this game so hard?! He was in the damn ball but then at the last second he broke free and ran off! Oh wait! There's another one now!"

Eddie reached his hand out to take his phone back. "Here, let me try this time."

"But you're driving Eddie."

He blew a mocking raspberry, "Please. I've been playing this for years, Princess. Do you know how many gyms I have battled and secured over the last four years?"

"Uh…No clue, because I don't play this." she reminded him in a singsong tone, handing the phone into his waiting hand.

He flickered his eyes back and forth from the road to his screen. He waited for the ring to turn green again before his thumb sent the ball flying towards the Oddish. Him and Chrissy both watched the screen, holding their breath, waiting for the grass pokemon to be captured.

In what seemed like a blink of an eye, his car was being pushed from the left rear side, sending them into the railing to the right.

"Eddie!"

His head ached. He opened his eyes to find a blurry figure shining a light into his eyes. He could hear voices but everything sounded disoriented, like he was under water. There was smoke surrounding him, his eyes burned from it and he groaned as he tried sitting up, only to be pushed back by a hand on his chest.

"Steady there. Let us get you out. Can you hear me sir?"

His eyes looked to his right, looking for Chrissy. She was there, her head hanging loose and resting against her left shoulder. Blinking his eyes he noticed blood on her white shirt. It was in her hair too. He felt bile rise in his throat, he tried to swallow it down, closing his eyes just for a second.

He didn't wake up again until he was in the hospital.

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Chrissy's pov:

She felt herself twitch and stir slightly. She felt detached, far away. As if it wasn't even her own body moving. She was floating somewhere high above, only connected to her limbs by strings, like a puppet.

Then came the pain.

It was sharp, intense. The head splitting ache radiating from the back of her head. She could feel her right arm pulsating painfully in time with her heartbeat and trying to move the fingers attached to her hand only made it worse, go figure. She was rasping with every increasingly deep breath she tried to take, and as she finally got her heavy eyes to open, making eye contact with the person standing above her, she passed out again.

The next time she woke up, it was to the sound of voices, several people were in the room. She couldn't quite make out how many, she didn't recognize any of them. They spoke in whispers and hushed tones, tones that sounded scared, which in turn, made her scared. She attempted to take a deep breath, but her chest felt far too heavy. Bad idea, apparently. Her violent coughing attack seemed to alarm the people in the room, as their voices got frantically louder. She could vaguely feel hands on her face and in her hair as the voices called out to her, but with no energy to spare, she slipped back into unconsciousness.

A hand was gently holding her own, and a soft murmur brought her back this time. She felt rough fingers stroking the back of her hand, back and forth, over and over. This time, she did recognize this new voice. It sounded so familiar but for some reason she couldn't find a name to match. The man who spoke had a nice, deep voice but it was thick with emotion. He was crying softly, muttering apologies, chanting 'I'm sorry' over and over, like a prayer.

The next time the pads of his fingers passed over her knuckles, her hand twitched. Whether it was done unconsciously or not, she couldn't recall, but his hand stilled as he grew quiet.

"...Chrissy?" he mumbled, a crack in his voice. She knew that voice. She knew. She just needed to open her eyes and see him, but it felt like an impossible task, struggling against her heavy eyelids. She tried to swallow against her dry throat and ended up choking. She shot forward as she coughed, her chest rasping with every heaving breath she took. She whimpered at the pain that seemed to be everywhere at once.

"Eddie…" she managed to croak out.

The first thing she sees is a blurry face, surrounded by white light. Blinking to clear the haze, the face in front of her sharpens and she tries to smile. It's him. He looks exhausted, worn thin, dark circles painted under his eyes. His face shifted into a relieved smile, lines and a hint of a dimple appear on the side of his mouth. "Oh my god! Chrissy-you're awake," he breathed, his hand shooting up to run through his hair. "You scared me, Princess."

Chrissy furrowed her brow at this and watched his dark eyes track the movement, as if he was trying to memorize her face.

He finally pulled away as if realizing just how close they were at that moment, pale cheeks flushing. "Okay, I'm going to get the doctor. Tell him that you're awake and all. Don't—I don't know! —go back to sleep while I'm gone!"

Chrissy watched him leave, the door hastily shut behind him and the telltale echo of footsteps echoing off. She was left alone with her thoughts once more as she attempted to figure out what had just occurred, and where she was. Looking down she noticed bandages covering her hands and a cast on her right arm. An IV was lodged in the crook of her left arm. So she was in a hospital, but she had no clue as to why she would be there in the first place.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the door opened again as an older man with graying hair strode in. At his heels were her parents. Her mother and father rushed over to her, tears shining in their eyes. "Chrissy! Oh, thank the heavens you're awake sweetie! How are you feeling?" Their frantic questioning began to overwhelm her, and she whimpered as a sharp pain shot through her head. The blonde tried to peer around her parents, looking for Eddie. The doctor stood near the front of her bed, holding a clipboard that he was examining with an imperceptible expression.

"Ah, Miss Cunningham. Glad to see you're awake now. How are you feeling?" The man asked.

Clearing her throat, she tried to respond, "Okay…I guess...? Although… I'm having some trouble with, uhm… remembering things..." she trailed off, feeling irrationally ashamed. She chanced a nervous glance at the doctor, whose expression didn't change much.

The doctor motioned to a plastic cup of water next to her bedside. Her mother passed her the cup and helped her bring it slowly up to her lips, the cool water instantly soothing the roughness.

"Do you remember what happened, why you're here?"

At this, she paused and sat back in her bed, desperately trying to think through the haze of her mind but everything felt jumbled, and she felt her headache worsening, so she simply shook her head. The doctor grimaced before quickly shifting back to a neutral expression. "I see…You were in a car accident with Mr. Munson-"

"Eddie." she interrupted quickly.

The doctor paused for a moment, exchanged looks with her family before continuing. "Mr. Munson was reportedly driving and was distracted by his phone, causing the impact." The doctor explained.

Chrissy cleared her throat again, "Is he ok?" He looked fine but maybe she missed something…

"Yes, for the most part. He had a small concussion and some soreness in his neck, but he is fine. The young man was awfully worried about you, as was your family. You had some serious head trauma from the accident so some things may feel off. Mild amnesia is typically common for the damage your brain took from the hit, but it shouldn't be permanent. Most patients find themselves recalling old memories as they near the end of their recovery period."

Mild amnesia? Serious head trauma?

She looked down at her lap, lost in thought as she tried to put the blurry pieces together.

She did remember being with Eddie, riding in his car, laughing about something. Chrissy remembered the way the corner of his eyes crinkled a bit when he turned his head to smile at her.

The doctor was now speaking with her parents, their words not fully registering with her as she silently battled with herself to remember more.

With a start, she realized she couldn't remember her birthday, her parent's names, what year it was… Chrissy's heart began to race.

"Where is he?" She suddenly asked, startling the doctor.

"Mr. Munson?"

She furiously nodded.

"I asked him to go back to his room for now. I can have a nurse fetch him-"

"I need to see him. Please." she begged, her breath coming out in pants.

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A few moments later, a nurse had brought him back to her room.

Eddie moved slowly over to her bed, a guilty look on his face as he moved past her parents, who didn't look too pleased to see him.

She noticed a vase of flowers in his hands. He sat them down on a little table that sat in front of the window. "I, uh, bought you some flowers. Hope you don't mind…" he said nervously, scratching the back of his head and wincing slightly.

Chrissy smiled, looking at the beautiful pink and yellow roses and then to the awkward man.

"I don't mind. They're beautiful. Thank you, Eddie."

"Yeah, you're welcome." He moved to sit in a chair on the other side of the room, but she stopped him.

"Can you come sit by me?" she asked. His presence was calming and at the moment, he was the only thing that made sense to her. She wanted him nearby. She wanted him to hold her hand again.

Surprise covered his face, but he nodded and walked over to her bed, standing on her left side, her parents on her right. She reached for his hand and interlaced their fingers together. Eddie's eyes looked down at their hands and then he looked over to her parents, his whole body seeming to tense up.

"I'm glad you're okay." She whispered.

Eddie huffed, "I'm glad you're okay Cunningham. Seriously… I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." he mumbled miserably, looking away from her, avoiding her eyes.

She raised his hand up to her mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, "It's okay Eddie, what matters is that we both are alive and together." she reassured him.

His eyes widened, stuck on their joined hands. His jaw dropped open and then closed tightly. He kept looking from their hands to her parents, an expression that she did not recognize on his tired face.

"The doctor said I may not remember some things…" she started, "But I remember you the most. I guess that makes sense since my last memory was of us together, on a… on a date? You're my boyfriend…right?"

Eddie freezes, a gasp leaving his mouth and he stares at her in silence. His mouth opens and closes like he wants to say something, but the words don't make it out.

Finally, he squeaks out a strangled reply, "What?"