Rome was running through the hospital hallway, tears streaming down his face. His heart almost stopped when he received a call from Porsche. The only thing he could understand was his boyfriend's name, hospital, something about penguin tank, fall, and possible hypothermia. He abandoned everything and rushed there. He imagined the worst-case scenario.
"Rome!" Porsche called his name, waving at him from the end of the hallway.
"P'Porsche, how is P'Pick? Is it bad?" Rome asked, sniffling and clutching the taller's hand.
"Aside from the hypothermia and small bump on his head, he is alright."
"Can I go inside?" Rome asked, glancing at the closed door. Porsche nodded. Rome peeks through the crack, scanning the hospital room. He noticed Pick lying on the bed with the blanket tightly secured around his body. His face was paler than normal, and he had a patch on his forehead. Rome couldn't stop a soft sob escaping his mouth as he walked over to his boyfriend's side. He carefully sits on the stool, observing him. He wanted to caress his face, but he was scared the touch would wake Pick up.
"Rome?" Pick groaned, pulling himself up to the sitting position.
"P'Pick," Rome whispered, standing up and helping him to get more comfortable.
"What are you doing here?" Pick asked, eying his boyfriend.
"P'Porsche called me," Rome answered, ready to sit back on the stool, but his boyfriend stopped him, dragging him on the bed next to him. He wrapped his still shaking arms around Rome's tiny frame, enjoying the contact and warmth his cute boyfriend was radiating.
"You cried." Pick pointed out as he wiped the wet trails from Rome's puffed cheeks.
"I was scared," Rome admitted, hiding his face in the crook of Pick's neck.
"I am going to kill Porsche for scaring you." Pick groned, thighing his grip on the younger boy.
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OffGun January Collection of Drabbles 2022
Fanfiction✅ COMPLETED OffGun monthly drabbles and short stories for 2022. I thought about not joining this year, but I couldn't resist.🤦♀️
