Bruce x Reader Sorry

Bruce x Reader
((I'm sorry))

You smiled at Bruce.
"Hey."  You said, cheerily.
"No." He replied, ignoring you.
"Bruce...?" You asked, looking at him.
"Go ask Tony." He murmured.
"Do you want help?" You asked quietly, and he whirled around.
"NO! Dear god woman, I just told you to leave twice. I do not want your damn help. I do not want you near me right now!" He said, and you looked at him.
"Ok then. I'm leaving." Tears threatened to spill, but you held them back. You hopped into the car, intent on going anywhere but here.
*•*•*•*•*•*•*

Ring-a-ling-a-ling-aliiiing! Bruce's phone screamed your ringtone.
"Hey?" He asked sleepily
"Is this... Bruce?" The voice asked. It was not his _____'s.
"Yeah. Who...?" He asked, fearing the worst.
"_____ _____ is in the hospital just off of South St."
"I'll be there in less then ten." He hopped up, running to the car.
*•*•*•*•*•*•*
When he made it to your hospital room, his eyes fell immediately on your broken form. You were barely breathing. He had been told that you had crashed. You looked pitiful, and sad. So, so sad. The look on your face was one of pain, of sorrow. He wanted desperately for it to go. His thoughts were interrupted by a long beep. The heart monitor...  
"Oh god... (Name).  sorry."
I'm so, so sorry.