I'm Yours

Sweet

Ryker's POV:

It's the end fourth quarter, and I am on the brink of collapsing. Never have I been this tired in a football game before. I'm proud of my work so far though because I have been running up the field like crazy.

I look into the bleachers and see my amazing boyfriend bundled up in his bright red coat, and checkered grey scarf. He looked so damn cute.

Right now we were down by four, so my team has to be on their top game in these last few minutes. I go check in on everyone who is on my line, and begin to pump them up. Flynn even cracks a smile which is surprising since the dude usually never smiles.

Luckily the defensive line is able to grab a ball they fumbled and book it to the 60 yard line. Now it was our turn to get a touchdown. To get the win!

"Crimson 58, down, set, hut!" I shout, taking three steps back as I scan the field.

Fuck, no one is open. The opposing team was closing in, and not a single one of my teammates were fucking open.

I then scan the field again for an opening, and book it down the field. My legs were burning like a bitch, but I had to gain some yards.

I hear the crowd chanting my name, which helps my adrenaline to increase, and my legs to run faster. I was fucking booking it, wanting to reach the end zone as soon as I could.

One moment I was running, the next moment I was slammed to the ground.

My helmet hit the ground hard, which inturn made my head ring in pain. Fuck, what was going on.

I hear inaudible voices and I can't help but feel scared. Am I dying? Oh my fucking god, I'm dying! I don't wanna die? I need to tell Aug how much I love him again.

If I die, I won't be able to have a family with him. I won't be able to see him play another volleyball game. I won't be able to see him in a skirt! I need to see Aug in a skirt before I die!

"Ryker!"

"We need help!"

"Somebody help!"

Aug in a skirt. That would be a sight to see.

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Auggie's POV:

"I aced my finals for bio. It was easy, you know. Enzymes, substrates, yada yada yada. You get the jizz," I laugh, fidgeting with my thumbs. "Same with math. It was pretty easy."

I look at the beautiful sleeping boy, who looks perfect as ever. His bed head makes me laugh because I've never seen Ryker's hair this messy before. But then again, I've been the one ruffling it up.

"It's Flynn's birthday tomorrow. Willows super excited about it. She bought him over $1,000 in shoes. I'd never spend that much money on a person," I say. "Well maybe on you, but no one else," I assure.

I chew on my bottom lip nervously as I sit in the chair positioned beside his bed. His steady breathing was definitely not in rhythm with my breathing. Mine was staggered, and scared, while his was calm, and peaceful.

"Wake up for me baby," I whisper, moving his hand to my lips and kissing the back of it. "You've been asleep for too long. Three weeks is way too long, Ryker."

He doesn't respond. The small smile is the only expression he can give me that is frozen on his face.

"Auggie it's time to go," says papa after he opened the hospital door.

"I'm not going," I whimper, my voice cracking.

"Visiting hours have been over since eight. That was two hours ago honey."