Coming Out - An Emon Fanfic

Chapter 18 - Injury

"S... Simon?" Ethan whimpered as Simon clenched his fists and stared at him in anger. His jaw was locked and his eyes showed pure rage behind the tears. He took a step towards Ethan and slowly took the razor from his hand, still staring at Ethan. They stood there for a moment, Simon breathing heavily and Ethan silently crying.

"WHY DID YOU DO THIS?!?" Simon shouted. Ethan shrank back in fear. "I... I..." He whimpered as he failed to reply. Simon started shaking as he kept the anger in, then he let it all out. "WHY?!?" He yelled as he threw the razor onto the mirror behind Ethan, causing it to shatter into a million pieces - just like their relationship. Ethan raised his hands and covered his head as the glass fell on him.

"You're coming with me!" Simon raged as he grabbed Ethan, causing him to scream in pain as Simon put pressure on his cuts. "Simon, wait!" He screamed as Simon began pulling him, fast.
"Simon!" Ethan yelled as he slipped on the glass and fell backwards onto the sink, banging his head hard as he landed on the floor, the glass crunching under his body. Blood was all over the floor and the broken glass from the mirror was covered in blood and Simon's reflection.

Simon spun round as Ethan slid out of his grip. His eyes widened as he saw the love of his life lying unconscious on the floor. "Ethan...?" He quietly said as he bent down. "Ethan!" He yelled as he shook his boyfriend who didn't reply, tears spilling down his face. "Ethan! Ethan please, I'm so sorry Ethan. Ethan, wake up!" He screamed, shivering at what could happen. Simon broke down, his breathing became raspy and his whole body felt numb. What had he done? "Ethan... Ethan..." He whispered as he buried his head in his knees and leaned against the wall.

A minute later, Simon came back to his senses. He got up, wiping his tears and picked up Ethan bridal style. "Ok... Ok. I'm gonna take you to the hospital, ok? You're gonna be fine." He muttered to the unconscious body in his arms as he carried him down the stairs and into his car.

He laid Ethan down in the back seat, kissing his forehead before closing the door. Flashes of the kiss he gave to Ethan on their first date rushed through his memories, causing his eyes to sting. "Ok... Ok... Ethan is going to be fine. He won't leave you. He'll never leave you." Simon muttered to himself as he drove to the hospital, occasionally looking back to check on Ethan.

Finally, they arrived at the hospital. Simon picked up Ethan and ran in, screaming for help. Immediately, nurses rushed over to him, calling a doctor to attend to the emergency. They laid Ethan down on a bed and started rushing him through the hospital corridors.

"You'll have to wait here." The nurse told Simon as they pushed the bed through into a room. "But-" Simon argued before the nurse cut in. "You'll have to wait here. He has to go through surgery and you're not meant to be in there. Please try to understand." Simon nodded and sat down in a chair, looking down the lonely corridor and at the door Ethan was pushed through. He cupped his hands in his face and cried into them. Everything that had happened was because of him.