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From the steady beeps of the machine to the stable breaths that exhaled from his lover’s pale lips, Lucas wiped his forehead and sighed despondently. He had been up the entire night, pacing up and down the hospital corridor as he awaited the devastating development that could potentially alter the course of his life forever.
What had even happened to get here in the first place? Lucas paled as images of the night before flashed in his mind.
They had been fighting again.
All evening Lucas had been ringing Dillon, worried out of his mind that something awful had happened to him. It had got to around seven o’clock and the overly concerned boyfriend in him decided to ring Dillon’s phone in hopes to ease his worries. But to Lucas’ dismay, Dillon never picked up. Normal couples would send a quick text and move on with their evening.
But they were not a normal couple. Far from it.
The things they had been through since the moment they met were enough to warrant that type of behaviour. Lucas had almost lost him once before and he never wanted to feel anything like that again.
But here he was experiencing that same inconsolable feeling of doom all the way through the night. No amount of “it’ll be ok’s” or pats on the shoulders would settle the heavy ache in his heart.
Lucas inhaled deeply through his nose and rolled his shoulders back. His fingers lightly caressed over the small dark spots on Dillon’s pinkie finger before he curled them around and held onto it gently. The boy’s mouth curved slightly upwards as he remembered the first time his fingers mirrored the same soft touch. He could almost feel the cool brick wall of the bridge against his back, contrasting the warmth from the small brush of Dillon’s arm against his own. The warmth of it however was no match for the cosy feeling in his chest created by the touch of Dillon’s hand and his sweet smile.
Oh, that smile. Lucas sighed again wistfully and ran his eyes across his unconscious boyfriend’s face. That familiar beautiful smile of his was now a flat line. Frowning at the sight, Lucas leaned back in his seat, his hand still clasped in Dillon’s, and the dark moments from yesterday came back to haunt him.
“You’re never here anymore! Of course I’m struggling to trust you!” Lucas had cried out, unshed tears wavering in his blue eyes.
“Lucas, I thought we were past this...I love you and would never hurt you like that ever again,” Dillon stressed, floating over to him to grab onto his hands.
Lucas wrenched his hands away. “Tell me where you were then.”
“Look, I just stepped out for a couple hours, ok? To clear my head.” Dillon averted his eyes.
The curly haired boy shook his head in anguish and ran for their bedroom. He started opening drawers and roughly grabbing clothes from their shared wardrobe.
“Lucas...what are you doing?” Dillon asked him, panic laced his tone. He slowly stepped into the room and watched Lucas begin to pack a bag of clothes.
“If you can’t be honest with me, Dillon, then...” Lucas exhaled a ragged breath. “Then I can’t live here anymore.”
Dillon’s eyes flashed with a mixture of pain and panic. He moved quickly into the room and grabbed onto Lucas’ bag as he attempted to zip it up.
“Dillon, let go. I swear to God-“
“No...you’re not leaving me. Not again,” Dillon exclaimed, pulling on the bag.
Lucas let go of the bag, sending Dillon flying onto the bed and then raced to the hallway. Dillon quickly got up and followed him to the front door, blocking his way.
“You’re seriously not going to let me leave the house as well?” Lucas spat, pushing on Dillon’s chest before backing away from him.
“I can’t let you leave, I just can’t!” Dillon said, squeezing his tired eyes shut and shaking his head. His breathing then began to pick up in speed and he groaned out in agony.
Lucas rolled his eyes. “Stop with the dramatics and let me go.”
The boy was about to turn around and continue packing his bag but his sad eyes wandered over back to Dillon who had yet to respond to his retort. In fact his boyfriend had gone quiet, for once. Just as he was about to make a joke about the rarity of Dillon having gone speechless (because my word could his man chat his ear off), that’s when Lucas had started to pay attention to the way Dillon’s body was suddenly swaying back and forth.
“Dillon?” Lucas murmured, slowly stepping towards him.
Within the blink of an eye, Dillon collapsed to the floor.
His own loud calls for help rang in his ears, along with the haunting loud thud Dillon’s body made when he hit the marble floor.
Lucas’ heart squeezed at the memory fresh in his mind. He gnawed on his already sore lips and stared on at Dillon.
“Please wake up. I love you so much,” he begged, raising their joined hands to his mouth and placing a kiss on Dillon’s knuckles. “I’ll never try to leave you again.”
He then gently laid them back down onto the bed and stood up out of his chair. Leaning over, he brushed Dillon’s hair from off his forehead and delicately kissed his paled skin before he then returned to his seat.
The seat he would remain in until Dillon woke up. However long that may be.