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Title: (Untitled) any ideas?
Fandom: A7X
Pairing: Not specified yet
Rating: PG for one swear word
Summary: The result of the last 24 hours
Tick...
You paced the hall, each step falling in place with the last, your palms were sweaty, you heart racing, your mind unable to comprehend everything that had happened during the last twenty-four hours...
Tock...
The seconds drag on, turing into minutes, into hours. You glance up at the clock, sighing when you realize you haven't slept in over 32 hours. You couldn't sleep if you wanted to though, not until you found out if every thing was going to be "okay" or not.
Tick...
"Excuse me, sir?" Your eyes darted up, you franctically swatted your hair from your eyes, looking to the man infront of you with more hope than you ever knew you could muster. His dull grey eyes close for a second, before he opens them again and looks at you sadly.
You can hear your heart breaking like a thousand glasses crashing to the floor, no one knows which pieces go where, no one can fix it.
"Is he dead?" You ask, your voice cracking as you speak, you eyes filling with the tears you never wanted to cry.
"He's, he's in a coma, we don't think he's going to wake up, I'm sorry." He rests a hand on your trembling shoulder in what is meant to be a comforting gesture. You can feel yourself crumbling as it all sinks in, you near violently shake your shoulder from his grasp, you glare at him with the most wrathful look you can muster, you whole body shaking out of control. You stare at him angrily...
"You.." You point a shakey finger at him, "You're the doctor, why can't you save him? Why?! God damnit!" You're screaming at him now and you can't be bothered to care, you can hear the nurses calling security, you hear the heavy clunk of their boots as they run as you, grasping both of your arms, dragging you out of the hospital as you frantically thrash around..
"Let me go!! Let me fucking see him!" You're crying harder than before, your cheeks are wet with tears and the raw emotion that you're feeling. The guards look the the doctor who is obviously not very phased by your outburst, he brushes off his coat and glares back at you before shrugging a little.
"Five minutes, then I want him out of here." He says in a stern voice, you know it will take more than five minutes to express all that you feel for your lover, but you'll take what you can get. You yank your arms from their grasp, walking hurriedly to the room that they placed him in.
You glance inside the room, it's walls painted the same pale green that is presents throughout the hospital, you take a seat next to him, taking his small cold hand into your own, pressing a small kiss to the back of it as your eyes flood again. There's so much you want to say to him, so much you want to apologize for, so much you want to thank him for, so much with out enough time. Instead, you spend your time holding his hand, squeezing it softly, hoping for some sort of sign, some signal to let you know that he won't leave you..
Five minutes turns to another two hours, after seeing you so fragile, haunched slightly over the edge of the bed, he decided to let you stay. Since the moment you first touched his hand, nothing has changed, no miracle of friendship has magically made him wake up, no confession of love has done it either, you've tried everything you can think of, and nothing has seemed to work.
Two and half more hours and you're awoken by an unfamiliar sound, a steady tone and frantic voices, you open you eyes and you see the doctor and a few nurses surrounding your lover, defibrillator ready to try and bring him back. Your heart ached as you watched, knowing it was already over, he wasn't coming back....
A/N: Mkay, so random idea, I wrote that in about 10 minutes, as short as it is, hopefully I'll be continuing this with the events that preceded it...
Fandom: A7X
Pairing: Not specified yet
Rating: PG for one swear word
Summary: The result of the last 24 hours
Tick...
You paced the hall, each step falling in place with the last, your palms were sweaty, you heart racing, your mind unable to comprehend everything that had happened during the last twenty-four hours...
Tock...
The seconds drag on, turing into minutes, into hours. You glance up at the clock, sighing when you realize you haven't slept in over 32 hours. You couldn't sleep if you wanted to though, not until you found out if every thing was going to be "okay" or not.
Tick...
"Excuse me, sir?" Your eyes darted up, you franctically swatted your hair from your eyes, looking to the man infront of you with more hope than you ever knew you could muster. His dull grey eyes close for a second, before he opens them again and looks at you sadly.
You can hear your heart breaking like a thousand glasses crashing to the floor, no one knows which pieces go where, no one can fix it.
"Is he dead?" You ask, your voice cracking as you speak, you eyes filling with the tears you never wanted to cry.
"He's, he's in a coma, we don't think he's going to wake up, I'm sorry." He rests a hand on your trembling shoulder in what is meant to be a comforting gesture. You can feel yourself crumbling as it all sinks in, you near violently shake your shoulder from his grasp, you glare at him with the most wrathful look you can muster, you whole body shaking out of control. You stare at him angrily...
"You.." You point a shakey finger at him, "You're the doctor, why can't you save him? Why?! God damnit!" You're screaming at him now and you can't be bothered to care, you can hear the nurses calling security, you hear the heavy clunk of their boots as they run as you, grasping both of your arms, dragging you out of the hospital as you frantically thrash around..
"Let me go!! Let me fucking see him!" You're crying harder than before, your cheeks are wet with tears and the raw emotion that you're feeling. The guards look the the doctor who is obviously not very phased by your outburst, he brushes off his coat and glares back at you before shrugging a little.
"Five minutes, then I want him out of here." He says in a stern voice, you know it will take more than five minutes to express all that you feel for your lover, but you'll take what you can get. You yank your arms from their grasp, walking hurriedly to the room that they placed him in.
You glance inside the room, it's walls painted the same pale green that is presents throughout the hospital, you take a seat next to him, taking his small cold hand into your own, pressing a small kiss to the back of it as your eyes flood again. There's so much you want to say to him, so much you want to apologize for, so much you want to thank him for, so much with out enough time. Instead, you spend your time holding his hand, squeezing it softly, hoping for some sort of sign, some signal to let you know that he won't leave you..
Five minutes turns to another two hours, after seeing you so fragile, haunched slightly over the edge of the bed, he decided to let you stay. Since the moment you first touched his hand, nothing has changed, no miracle of friendship has magically made him wake up, no confession of love has done it either, you've tried everything you can think of, and nothing has seemed to work.
Two and half more hours and you're awoken by an unfamiliar sound, a steady tone and frantic voices, you open you eyes and you see the doctor and a few nurses surrounding your lover, defibrillator ready to try and bring him back. Your heart ached as you watched, knowing it was already over, he wasn't coming back....
A/N: Mkay, so random idea, I wrote that in about 10 minutes, as short as it is, hopefully I'll be continuing this with the events that preceded it...