Falsettos Oneshots (hOMosExuALs)

waiting room- wOW okAY I'm actually pretty proud of this

this is a rollercoaster and you will get wet.

Whizzer sat in the waiting room, messing up his perfect hair as he ran his hands through it impatiently.

He was angry.

Angry that he couldn't see his beloved as soon as he had arrived at the hospital. Instead, he had to sit still in agony, listening to the moaning of patients in need and the muffled sobs of their family members as they crowded the waiting room, begging passing faculty to check for availability.

Just once more.

Whizzer wished he could help them but there was nothing to be done. The hospital was overworked, understaffed, and out of room.

In an attempt to stay sane, Whizzer breathed in slowly and the sharp scent of antiseptic pierced his nose, like a swift slap to the cheek, causing him to recoil. You would think he would be used to it by now. He'd been waiting for quite some time.

Finally, a young woman with a clipboard approached Whizzer and told him he could go up and see him. People crowded her and made grabs for her clipboard, reminding Whizzer of the mortal souls on the banks of the river Styx, coinless and desperate, begging Charon for free passage into the Underworld.

Whizzer followed her blindly as if in a dream, feeling as though he were leaving a piece of his soul behind with the less fortunate whose eyes were all upon him.

He trailed after the clipboard woman, down narrow corridors filled with bustling nurses and up flights of stairs that echoed solemnly with every step. Before he knew it, he was being shown into a room bearing no personality, bland and melancholy in every which way.

But never mind the room.

What actually drew Whizzer's attention was the man inside it, propped up in bed with a sickly complexion and a look of intense relief on his face. But his expression was also riddled with guilt for a reason Whizzer couldn't begin to fathom. He was too overwhelmed with emotion at the sight of his lover to fathom much.

The two made eye contact for the first time in a long while and Whizzer smiled bittersweetly. "Marvin," he said, his voice breaking.

"Baby," Marvin croaked in response.

The nurse backed quietly out of the room, giving the two their privacy, something Whizzer was exceptionally grateful for: he wasn't one to let others see him cry. But today, for Marvin, he might make the exception.

Whizzer could stand it no longer and rushed to the bedside, kissing his beloved gently on the forehead. Truth be told, it wrecked him to see Marvin in such a state and he was sure to have a breakdown over it later but the present was reserved for his lover.
"It's good to see your face," Whizzer said softly.

Marvin's relieved expression flickered and he lowered his eyes, offering up a half-hearted grin.

Whizzer shot him a questioning look but didn't push it.

"God, that doesn't look too appetizing, does it?" Whizzer said pointedly, his gaze wandering to the half-eaten tray of hospital food.

Marvin chuckled, "I can attest."

"Once you get outta here, I'll have to cook you up a real meal," Whizzer said smiling, intertwining his fingers with Marvin's.

Marvin finally looked up at him intently, his eyes solemn and swelling with unspoken words. Whizzer's expression dropped and he frowned slightly. They were done stalling. There was so much to say and so little time.

"Marvin-"

"Baby-"

The two men began, their voices overlapping.