Call of oneshots

Price x Reader

Sick
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Distress crawled its way into his stomach when he heard the words,

"Im sorry sir."

Sorry wasnt enough to make her come back. His face devoid of any emotion, he muttered his leave, taking his things and getting ready to depart.

But suddenly he was stopped by the doctor again.

"Your..son didnt make it either."

Price froze.

It hit him like a bullet train.

The news spiraled in his mind as he made his way home. It felt like he could break at any minute, like he was walking on eggshells.

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Dont do this to me.

How could you do this to me?

"Batme strikes again! The latest victims are Y/N L/N, and her newborn son, who sadly did not make it,"

The tv rung in my ears like a pesky fly. Her face flashed in the screen, wearing her gear. Thats the first picture shes taken with the team.

She was standing next to me in that picture. Soap was holding the camera and decided it looked good enough of a shot.

I should be feeling sad, now. I guess it just hasnt settled in.

But i feel angry.

Something i loved, two things that i loved, just fell out of my life. The pieces were there--no, the remains. The remains were there.

Sitting by our kitchen table, staring at the blank space that was supposed to hold her amazing face. Her smile was what kept me together. The TV continued to blare in the background about the deaths, driving me insane.

"Newest victim-"

"Newest victim-"

"--batme-"

The tv shattered into bits and pieces, effectively cutting up my hand. My knuckles were pouring up blood, painfully pulsing through my body. My heart picked up its pace, along with it battering in my ears.

Nothing could take up the emptiness i was left with.

That stupid disease, that stupid. Fucking. Batme. You took the love of my life away, and my son.

He didnt even get to see me. Neither did i get to see him.

I rushed into our bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit, just to look out the bathroom door whilst wrapping over my knuckles.

Our room. And just beside the ajar door, the cradle was resting. Waiting. An empty space.

The other side of the bed. An empty space. The space next to me. An empty space. The seat in the kitchen, an empty space.

The hospital bed.

An empty space.

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That night i couldnt sleep.

Twisting and turning, my eyes wouldnt just shut. Brushing it off as the overwhelming news i got today, i desperately tried to relax myself.

Even if i got you off my mind, Y/N, i couldnt sleep. 6am, and my clock loudly rung in my ears.

As if i was sleeping.

A

part of me was waiting for someone to wrap her arms around me, locking me there, begging for another five minutes.

But that feeling never came through.

I ruffled my own hair, sighing before subtly getting up, as if i trying not to wake someone.

"John, five more minutes."

"Sure hun," i chirped and slipped back into place, swearing that she was right there next to me.

Didnt realize i over slept a good 30 minutes.

I almost tripped, rushing out of my shared room and out to the field, where the rest of the team was waiting for me, expectantly.

As i grabbed my M13 off the rack, i noticed it just felt heavier. My arm was beginning to tremble. I hooked it around the hoops on my uniform, going to pick up an X16 handgun, only for my arm to shake visibly.

"Captain?"

"Ghost- Gh- ah, fuck!" My legs began to tremble aswell, bringing me to the floor as the pistol dropped from my grip.

"Captain! Captain?! JOHN?!"

Her sweet voice rung out in my ears as my vision blurred on the floor. Bright red blood poured out of my nose, as i stared hopelessly up at the ceiling.

And just like that, my eyes fluttered shut.

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"How is he?"

"He isnt expected to survive."

"Jokes are unprofessional on the job, you know!"

"Sorry Captain, but im not joking."

"Oh my fucking god. Oh my fucking..god.."

'Drip' goes in the IV bag.

My eyes flicked open, immediately trying to breathe, i couldnt take deeper breaths anymore.

Then i noticed the ventilator.

Then i remembered what id heard in my slumber.

How could i have not noticed?

I couldnt lift my arms anymore, i was too weak.

My lips barely parted to mutter the words.

"Im sick."