love against the clock

10:29 pm .
"hn.." sound of a small faint groan. A neutral face, that hurt. The eyes that once looked down at the world, being glad everyone hated him— yet one person was never affected. Him, Mr. Freecs. Whom was his, nobody else's. You'd wonder, what got him to this point. The key to the car he was driving into the lock, hurrying. His dying lover in the passenger seat. His hands gripped the wheel of the car, slightly tearing up as he saw Ging's pulse slowing down. Pariston could do it, he could get to the hospital in time. Right? right. Pariston gripped the wheel and tried as best as he could getting to the hospital. There was only so much you could do when someone is dying. "please.. please." The small whispers of the blonde, begging. Begging, begging and pleading to god he wouldn't take his yet. Not yet. He couldn't dare let him die, not when he as going to die by other hands than Pariston himself.

The faint tears rolling down his face made him feel pathetic, but he couldn't let him die. He kept himself composed. The red light shined over the black sky. Pariston didn't bother to obey traffic laws, pressing the gas harder, driving past it. It wasn't enough. It wasn't enough. It was never enough. It was never enough to try to actually try his best. He was on the clock. "wait a little longer, we're almost there." He said, his voice soft. gentle and genuine. His sinister smile, replaced with an expression, One as if he was facing one of his biggest fears. "You can't do this, you can't do this to me. okay?" Pariston said. One hand gripping the steering wheel. The other one intertwined with his lovers, feeling the warmth in his hand. A faint chuckle coming out of Ging's mouth was subtle, trying to squeeze Pariston's hand. Yet he couldn't quite exactly. It was okay. It was going to be okay.

10:39 pm .

Almost, so close. Hurry up.
Pariston passed every stop sign to man kind, every red light. Until they made it to the hospital. He didn't care, he got out of his car. Not bothering to park his car. He took out the key putting it in his pocket quickly, opening the door to go carry his to safety. Opening the passenger door, slight blood strains on his car seat. Not even caring about the expensive leather, he grabbed Ging. Carrying him in his arms, Pariston's heart racing as he ran towards the front desk. Trying to not be too rough, not to cause any more damage to Ging. He couldn't, he wouldn't. It was just him hurriedly explaining to the woman it was serious. Which she quickly called in doctors to take him to the Emergency room. Pariston gently held what rightfully belonged to him. Placing him on the stretcher, his blouse stained in blood from his lover. Giving ging a last squeeze on his hand before letting them take him. "he's alright." a faint voice said. Pariston had a neutral face, his smirk gone. All the jokes of wondering of who would kill who, All the stupid bets. All thrown away, It hurt. It hurt worse than his own stupid smirk as he had everyone near him hate him. That never hurt, It never hurt this that bad when someone died. It never hurt this bad, it never stung like this. Chairman netero didn't even impact him, It only managed to make him frown slightly.

He counted the seconds, hours and minutes. Not missing a single number. It never occurred that this would happen to him, Absolutely never thinking Ging would find himself in this position. Absolutely never. He doubted Ging could ever be at the brink of death, yet here they were. Pariston smiled, chuckling slightly at the thought of it, His dark little eyes closing slightly as he laughed. People giving him strange stares as he stood there. Cracking up, acting as if he wasn't at the verge to having a good sob while waiting. He couldn't help but smile. Maybe it was going to be alright. He held onto the bracelet he was was wearing, five small pearls, three on one side and a shell in middle the two other pearls dividing from the others. Holding onto Ging's bracelet, their matching ones, that Ging wore when he could of course. He only took it off when needed, as he was an archeologist, a very messy one. Yet that bracelet was always in good condition surprisingly. it didn't really match his style but he wore it because he felt bad for keeping it off out of fear he'd ruin it.

2 am

Pariston walked with patience to the room number that was given, fuck where was that? why the hell was a hospital so big. He wasn't expecting something as such but it wasn't that bad he could protest. "'409A'but where would that be." he mumbled as he looked around at the room numbers. He looked like far too lost for than he should be. before checking he was close. "399A. . 400A. . 405A.. and.. 409A" he muttered before displaying his normal grin he usually has, holding Ging's bracelet in hand, wearing his own.

"And i believe that's mine" *Ging said as he stuck out his hand so Pariston would drop the piece of jewelry in his palm. Instead of tossing it to Ging , Pariston slid the bracelet onto Ging's wrist.

"i believe that is yours?" Pariston continued to flash his smile, a smile he took years to master. the amount of teeth that peaked out, how his lips would've curve including how his teeth almost looked like veneers.

"Snarky as always" Ging groaned as he crossed his arms, with a small smile still holding up. He looked up at Pariston's grinning face, with a small suspicion. "I doubt you were crying, were you?" Ging said with an eyebrow raised.

"of course not, i wasn't" Pariston said with a chuckle before leaning down to Ging's level before stranding straight again. He lied, I mean who wouldn't cry if their own Ging freecs was at the brink of dying on their leather seats.

"Youre such a strange liar" Ging said with a satisfied smile, still plugged into insulin, trying not to move as he was slightly uncomfortable. Pariston sitting next to him, before intertwining his fingers with Ging's letting out a small "hm"

"I would be crying from how tacky your hospital grown is rather than you being at the brink of death" Pariston said in a way he was being sarcastic yet believable. Putting a small amount of presure into his hand squeeze. "I've been lucky this time." Pariston said as he held onto Ging's hand. Leading to Ging slightly letting out an annoyed sigh "i believe it's time for you to rest, you had a long night." Pariston whispered before kissing the top of ging's head as Ging's flicked Pariston's forehead.

"alright, goodbye for now" Ging said in annoyed tone, before smiling. Holding onto Pariston's hand, Pariston watching Ging quickly drift asleep. Pulling the back of Ging's hand and kissing it, relived it all ended well. It's the clock against him and his pleas. Life was stupid, oh so very stupid.

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thank you so much for reading, this is not going to be a whole arc for my next book i'm sorry, I just wanted to write parisging ^_^
I want to write more of parisging but im not the greatest with um characterizations but uhmmm anyways, im sorry for the angst for my first ever fan fiction of them . 😭 , but this was a lot of fun

time spent : 40 minutes ^_^
words : 1293
thank you !!