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“Yura, hey, hey, hey”, the blonde heard, however muffled and far away. It was as if he were hearing it from underwater; his boyfriend’s urgent tone that he could spot from oceans away without a doubt, but still not be able to tell where it came from. Where Beka was, where himself was, why was it still so dark in this dream.
“Baby, listen to me, okay? Don’t fall asleep on me, alright? You can’t, Yura,”, Did his voice crack just now? Then he heard the hiccups. Each time, closer to his ears. Each time, he felt them more, the light slaps on his cheek. “Yura, please.” If Otabek’s voice hadn’t gotten so close, maybe he wouldn’t have listened to the man’s pleading whisper. “Come on, baby, open your eyes… Look at me, I'm begging you.”
He could feel Otabek’s hand cupping his chin. The man’s breathing over his lips. And the sirens. Yuri tried opening his eyes, but his eyelids felt heavy. When he was finally able to, his vision was blurry as if he had been holding back tears. It was night time, he was able to tell. And it was cold. It was definitely cold. It was like he had been holding unmelting snow balls in his bare hands. Low blood pressure? For the way that he was looking at the sky and the lights on the poles were dancing among the stars, he realized that he was lying down somewhere out in the open. Did I faint?
Suddenly, Otabek’s face was taking up his vision. “Yes, there you go,”, the man whispered, showing a faint smile and… Relief? Yuri noticed his eyes were red and his entire face was moist with what he figured were tears. He felt the man’s hand on his hair and wanted to reach for his face, but his body wouldn’t obey him. Why do you look so sad? He asked in his head, and, somewhere he thought that it was strange that he wasn’t voicing it, but, for some reason, he didn’t even get the urge. There was something definitely wrong, but he was so tired that he couldn’t care less.
“We’re getting you help, okay? Just… Keep listening to my voice. It's alright, baby, I’m right here with you.” But Otabek’s voice was being increasingly taken over by the sirens. He didn’t know if it was the Police. Maybe he had been shot. He didn’t know if it was the Fire Department. Maybe there had been some kind of bombing or whatever. Maybe it was an ambulance and he was going to figure out that Diabetes had finally caught up with him. Those were all fleeting thoughts, though. All he wanted was to sleep and figure this all out tomorrow.
His lids were slowly sliding shut when he felt Beka’s lips on his. "I love you." He hadn’t realized his lips felt cold as ice until the comfort of his boyfriend’s warmth met them. Otabek lined his eyes straight with his, but Yuri’s vision was getting blurry again.
“I’ll be damned if this is enough to break you.” The sound of the sirens had slowed down and lowered the volume. It was almost like a hypnosis now. “You gotta stay conscious for me, Yura, please. Just a little longer, you—“
Babe, it's okay. I just need to sleep it off.
I’ll be good as new in the morning.
“—can’t leave me.”
Why is it still so dark in the dream?