Door opening. Quiet shuffling. Door closing.
Darkness. Lots of darkness.
Door opens. Louder shuffling. Door closes
Voices. That's different. Normally it's silence.
Warmth. My hand feels warm. Why is my hand warm?
"Hi Gav... How've you been?"
Michael? I've been over the moon, how do you think I've been?
"I know you can't reply, but it's nice to talk to you sometimes, ya know?"
What do you mean I can't reply, I'm talking to you right now?
"It's been nearly a month Gav. You're still not better. I'm really worried... I d-don't want to lose you.."
Why is my hand wet? Is he crying? About me?
"The doctors said your condition is stable...but you j-just look worse every fucking day!"
Wow, what a great compliment. Wait...
More warmth. Whole body warmth. He's hugging me. I should hug him back.
I can't sit up. I can't move. I feel trapped, I don't like this, Michael help me.
Beeping. Lots of beeping. The door opens. Lots of shuffling. Loud shuffling. Lots of talking.
Sobbing. Michael. He must be crying.
"GAVIN!"
Door slams shut. He's gone... Michael, no...
Cold patches on my chest. What is that?
"Clear!"
Pain. Lots of it. And then
Darkness...
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Letters
FanfictionGavin and Geoff are in a car accident which leads to Gavin being in a coma, with little chance of waking up. In a last ditch effort to communicate, Michael (and other RT members) write him letters, hoping one day, his boy might just wake up.
