They say you can see your life flash in front of your eyes when you are about to die. It was a lie. Pick didn't see his life at all as he was rolling down the stairs, his body taking hits and cuts from the uncoordinated fall. When he finally stopped at the bottom of the stairs, his body twitched with the pain, and the only thing he could think about was Rome. Lying on the cold floor with no strength to move, he waited for Porsche to come looking for him. Pick closed his eyes, imagining his cute boyfriend running to the hospital, crying his eyes out, and thinking about the worst.
"Why are you lying on the floor?" Porsche's voice sounded from the top of the stairs, and Pick swore if he could move, he would kick his dump best friend.
"Shut up, and call an ambulance." He growled painfully.
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OffGun October Collection of Drabbles 2022
Fanfiction✅COMPLETED New drabbles and short stories with Off/Gun and their couples. This time a little bit dark.
