Rtc Chatfic-ish (nischa)

Chapter 54

a grey-toned car pulled up into the parking lot of the hospital. the sunrays faded off his skin as he stepped into the hospital.

he approached the receptionist, a woman in her late 20's, clearly not wanting to be there.

"What room is Noel Gruber in?" Mischa demanded without hesitation.

"what?" She asked, putting down her phone and looking up at him.

"I said what room is Noel Gruber in."

she looked at the computer screen, scanning some sort of patient details before shifting her gaze back to him.

"There isn't a 'Noel' Gruber here. We do have a 'Noella' if thats what you mean."

"...yeah. but they prefer to go by Noel." Mischa said, still panicked.

"relationship to patient?"

Mischa felt a surge of panic rush through his body as he answered.

"im his boyfriend.. just please let me in."

"room 402." Mischa ran, clutching his phone in his hands and darting down the hall without hesitation.

the hallway was cold and grey, it was gloomy as the high walls loomed over him.

A cool draft of air hit his face as he ran, the room numbers all blurred together as he ran past, hoping his feet would let him stop.

Room 398.

Room 400.

Room 402.

Mischa stopped suddenly, staring.

infront of that door was a broken man, just wanting to heal the one he'd hurt.

behind it was one who doesn't believe he can be healed.

the door creaked as it opened and the ukranian boy took a deep breath before stepping in.

there, laying on the bed before him was a boy, wrapped tight in cozy white sheets. he was wired up to machines, tubes coming out of his arms and one out of his nose. he was attached to all sorts of machines with names Mischa struggled to pronounce.

Noel twisted and turned in his sleep, shifting slightly and mumbling some vague words. Mischa walked over and sat in the single chair besides the bed, getting himself comfortable. he wasn't going to be leaving for a while. he wasn't leaving until he knew noel was okay.

he looked over at the boy, who was lay still, his hand untucked from the warmth of the blanket as it hung off the side of the bed.

Mischa shifted the chair closer to him, lifting up Noels hand and intertwining the boys fingers with his own.

Noel had a peaceful look on his face, one Mischa had never seen. Then again, Mischa had barely seen Noel smile, but he smiled at the thought of him finding peace.

he leaned over the bed, tucking Noel's hair behind his ear, knowing he doesn't like it in his face. its what Noel would want.

Mischa pressed his lips to his forehead in a gentle kiss before moving back and admiring the boy and going back on his phone, awating the time it'll take for him to wake back up.

this chapter was so gay omfg.