My Dear Melancholy (Daveed Diggs x reader)

Do Not Resuscitate

a/n: on my conversations page i've left a note, this is not me coming back but i'm letting you know my uploading schedule will be sporadic.

thanks for understanding- rambo <3

you were woken up at 2:00am, your phone was blasting your ringtone. as you rolled over you saw the contact.

incoming call: mom❤️

to say your heart dropped was an understatement, part of you didn't want to pick up the phone. you knew what was coming.

"hello?" you sat up.

"hey, hon." your mom drew a shake breath, "can you come to the hospital?"

"is it you?" you legs were on the ground.

there was a long pause, you knew it wasn't your mom but you needed her to say it. "n-no, it's not me, it's your father."

your phone was thrown behind you as you sprint around your house. mask, shirt, keys. after collecting what you need you run out side, completely forgetting your lungs that began to burn.

the car door was whipped open is a state of pure panic, you put your key and twisted. then twisted again. and once more.

nothing.

the car wasn't starting.

"FUCK!" you slam the steering wheel to only get nothing, only a bit of smoke coming from the hood of your car, "fuck." you whisper and jump out.

because daveed had kept you inside for so long your old car had been parked for too long, the battery had died, if you would have been driving throughout this time you would have been half way to the hospital.

you don't check you car again, all you do is run out to daveed's house.

"DAVEED!" you bang on the door, "keys, i have keys." you pant and fumble with your keychain, after you find the key the door swings open to reveal daveed lookkkg confused.

"babe, what are-" he rubbed his eyes.

"my dad-woke up-my mom-tried-car-explode-help me!" you scream, daveed took your shoulders which slightly calmed you, "my dad, my mom called me. my car," you pointed over your shoulder, "dead." you took his arms, "take me to hospital."

it all finally clicked for him, he raced back inside and grabbed the same things. he took your hand and let it go seconds later to get in the car.

"do you need to call you mom?" daveed put one arm behind and placed his hand on the back of your head rest to see if cars were coming even though it's 2:15am.

"i threw my phone..." you mumbled, daveed hummed and began to drive.

he wasn't a speeding but he also wasn't taking his sweet time.

the hospital seemed so far away but, when you ran hand in hand into the ICU, it all seemed way too close.

you and daveed were panting as your mother turned the hall and saw you, she seemed like she had been crying.

you both started walking and connected half way through the hall, daveed was close behind.

"honey, thank god you made it here." your mother pulled you into a hug, "oh, daveed." she hugged him to.

"hi martha." he said sadly.

"let me see him," you cut in, all this talking was getting in the way of the fact that your father way dying. "what's happening?"

your mother didn't say anything, she only led you. as you turned the corner to the ICU you couldn't help but peek into other patients room, your stomach dropped at how bad they looked.