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It was the second day of the small hike with his fiance Oscar. The weather was kind of gloomy heavy clouds and strong wind breeze hitting their face yet Trevor feels peace and content. Two hours in their walk there's a shot of pain in every step as Trevor leans heavily on his stick crutches, panting and almost out of breath. He was okay when they hiked yesterday, there's nothing out of the ordinary but now he feels numb, he can't feel any sensation on his left knee and he barely can walk.
He hates to break their little vacation, both of them rarely take it since Trevor was always asked to do something or collaborate with other content creators. Or sometimes there's too much commitment on something that they had to often reschedule. Oscar was twenty feet away from him but he made sure to look over his shoulder from time to time to check on Trevor.
His boyfriend stopped and admired the view below, smiling and taking pictures. But then he stops when he notices Trevor's face and lips grow pale and he doesn't move in his position, he's just standing there. Oscar frowns, worry etched in his face as he observes Trevor.
"Trev, dear are you okay there? Are you coming or what?!" He yells, looking at him from up and down.
Trevor really can't take it anymore yet he tried "I know, I’m coming!” He yells back.
Trev grimaces as he tries to take another step, the moment he does that another pain shoots through his left knee, and it is so much worse. The cold sweat trickled down the side of his face and bit inside his cheek. The growing and unbearable pain was beginning to make him question what led to his left knee hurting.
Trevor shakes his head and he says to his boyfriend. "Oscar, I can't feel my left knee. I can't walk!"
Oscar immediately turns into a mother hen mode. His hands flailed as he was running towards him "Jesus! Why didn't you say sooner?!"
"I'm sorry.." That's all Trevor can say when Oscar hovers over him. He fishes out his phone from his pocket and searches the hospital near them after that he looks back at Trevor.
"It's alright babe." Oscar stooped slightly, hooking his other arm behind Trevor’s knees and standing back up with Trevor in his arms in a smooth motion before setting back off at a faster pace, “You’re done walking for now.”
Trevor yelps, his arms automatically cling to Oscar's shoulders. He blinked, surprised. He'd known Oscar was strong, but being picked up and carried this easily was…unexpected. "I…are you okay? Carrying me?"
"Course I am. Wouldn't have picked you up if I wasn't and it's not like there were a lot of options left anyways." Oscar paused.
“I-” Trevor was far more aware of how heavily Oscar was breathing now that his head was next to his chest. “I can…I can still walk if I’m too heavy, it’s alright, my knee isn't that bad.”
Oscar fixes him a stare. “Babe with due respect probably the wind can knock you over. We both know that something's wrong with your knee and obviously you're not okay so let me take care of you hmm?”
Trevor presses his lips in a thin line, nodding “Alright. And thank you Oscar.” To be honest he's too tired to argue and Oscar can be too stubborn if he wants, and Trevor knows he is not winning this one. So instead he kept his arm wrapped around Oscar's shoulders and rested his head in the crook of Oscar's neck.
Oscar readjusted his grip slightly, shifting Trev easily as he moved. He really didn’t seem to mind carrying him, moving far quicker than they’d been going previously. And being carried like this wasn’t…really unpleasant, Oscar's one hand was resting on his ribs, the other gripping the back of his thigh, holding him steadily in place. He's minding his knee so he wouldn't jostle the injury or make it worse.
Trev's gonna treat Oscar or buy him whatever he likes after this.
By some miracle Oscar didn't show any sign of fatigue and continued carrying him, retracing back to where they started. He's careful with his steps looking at the ground for rocks that may trip him. Then after what feels like eternity, he sees the small hospital in the distance.
“We're almost there.” Oscar breathed out, he looked red, but he had been carrying Trevor so it was probably just from exertion.
When they reach the entrance Oscar sets Trevor down gingerly, careful not to put weight on his bad knee. Trevor leans and his arms slump around Oscar as his fiance supports his weight, they start to walk slowly until a staff member notices them and immediately grabs the wheelchair for Trevor.
A few minutes of waiting, a doctor finally sees them, they examine Trevor and find out that he has a torn ligament in his left knee. And he had to stay in the hospital for two days.
As The doctor left the room, Oscar dragged the chair and sat beside the hospital bed, Trevor scratched the back of his neck. “Can we like… agree that the others don’t need to hear about this?”
“That I carried you bridal style? Are you embarrassed now babe? I don’t know, I think Leon and Radu would find it pretty funny. Jake would never let you live it down.”
“Oscar…”
Oscar laughs “Okay okay! Don't worry!”