Save Me {Dylmas}

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"And that's a wrap!" Wes yelled. We'd just finished filming for today, and we were up to the scene were Thomas fights Gally. "We'll see you back here at 8am tomorrow!" 

"That was great, Tommy," Dylan told me, grinning. 

"What?" I muttered, daydreaming, "Uh, yeah, you too..."

Dylan patted my shoulder and walked away, talking to some of the other cast members. I sighed and left the set, getting changed into jeans and a hoodie. Tired, sad and confused were the only emotions I felt as I got in a cab. It was dark, but the stars and bright advertisements lit up the streets. Staring at the sky, I admired the beauty of the moon. Almost as beautiful as Dylan... No. I can't think like that, I told myself. Getting out the cab, I pulled my hood up and entered my hotel. I still couldn't stop thinking about Dylan. I mean, I'm not gay, right? Going to my own room, I picked up my phone and saw a text from him. 

'Hey, you seemed a little down today? Hope your ok, text me!' 

I sighed again, typing in my passcode and replying bluntly. 'I'm fine.'

Then my phone rang. 

"H-hey, Thomas," Dylan said. He was crying. I could hear the pain in his voice and I could hear the little whimpers in between breathes as he tried to keep his sobs silent. 

"Dylan... Where are you?" I said, panicking. There was silent, and then I heard a rush of traffic. It made me panic more. "Dylan!"

"Thomas... I'm sorry... I just... I don't know why I rang you... I'm gonna go." My heart was racing, tears falling from me now. I was so worried. In my entirety of time knowing Dylan, never had I heard him like this.

"No, Dylan. Where are you?" I repeated. Sobs. Traffic. Then a dead line. "Shit!" I yelled loudly, grabbing my jacket and running outside. I clicked on my last text from Dylan and almost smiled. It showed his location, and that quickly stopped any chance of me smiling. I zoomed in on the map and saw he was near a forest a few miles from my hotel. Sprinting to a cab station, I got in and showed the location. "Please be as quick as you can, it's really important." I kept trying to call Dylan, but there was no answer, it went straight to voicemail. Tears ran freely down my face as I left an answerphone message for him. "Dylan... I don't know where you are, or if your safe, but god damn it, I've fallen for you, to the point of no return. I need you, please, please don't do anything stupid. I will find you and I can assure you, I will save you." The traffic was terrible, and I looked out the window to see an ambulance. Grabbing some money from my jacket pocket, I passed it to the driver and got out, running to see what was happening. There I saw Dylan, lying on a stretcher being taken to the hopsital.