Noah walks in the hospital and there's someone else in reception.
"Here to see James Anderson"
"Relation to patient"
"Boyfriend"
The receptionist makes a disgusted face but Noah brushed it off
"Wow that's very...bold isn't it" she says obviosuoy annoyed.
"Cool" Noah says anxious
She then Stops typing 'James anderson' into the computer and says"I Jsut don't think it's right that two-"
"Yeah well no one asked for your fucking opionion"
"Excuse me?"
"I didn't fucking as for your input so carry on typing his name so I can go see if he's fucking alive."
"I will call security."
"And trust me I will beat the shit out of them. Now tell me THE GOD DAM FUCKING ROOM NUMBER"
"No, I don't know what you two could be up to there, god knows what your ginna do"
"Oh for fuck sake! JSUT GIVE ME THE ROOM NUMBER"
"Is there a problem here?" The sercuity guard asks.
"Yes, this man intends to use the Hospital bed to have fun with his boyfriend."
"No. I'm not. I JSUT want to see if he's fucking alive still. I haven't spoke to him in a week and he said he would call me, he hasn't called me. Please PLEASE Jsut give me the fucking room number before I go search every GOD DAM FUCKING ROOM MYSLEF"
"133" the resptionist reply's
"See how fucking hard was that"
Noah them rushes up to room 133 and realises the receptionist is following along with a sercuity guard. Noah gets to the room and rushes in.
He then looks at me and his hurt sank.
I was in the bed on a breathing tube in what looked like a coma.
"Are you a friend of jameses?" The doctor says who was stood next to the bed.
"Urr yeah, Noah, is is is he gonna be ok?"
"Im sure he's gonna be fine, although he's not responding yet he should do soon"
Noah then tries to look everywhere but me. He then decides to walk out the
"Noah" I say with the little energy I had and walks over to him and hug him tight.
"I fucking missed you." Noah says as he kisses my head and hugs me tighter.
"See I told you it's inappropri-"
"FUCK OF" Noah says .
