Ropo And Jack Oneshots

Hospital

TRIGGER WARNING: Self Harm, Suicide. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, THIS IS YOUR WARNING

SONG OPTIONS
- " Grenade" Bruno Mars
- "Twin Size Mattress" The Front Bottoms

Word Count: 1120

AU: After a mission gone wrong it sends one of our beloved heros to the hospital, suffering almost fatal injuries. 

(ROPO POV)

Fastest I've ever ran in my life. 

The most I've pushed myself to go. 

I gotta get there. 

The purely white building stands in front of me and as much as I want to glaze in it's beauty I force myself to head inside. 

Nurses, people dressed from surgery, the waiting room. Everyone stands so close together it's hard to even see the front desk.

I never should've let him go on that mission. 

I KNEW it was too dangerous yet I let him come anyway. 

He begged and pleaded, got angry when I told him why he shouldn't. Now as much as I want to blame him for this, I can't. 

In a way, it's my job to keep him safe. I was told that he's my responsibility. I knew this. 

I should never of let him do this. 

"Room 167, sir." 

Wow, I didn't even know I already asked the question. How quickly she offered me the room number. 

I say a quick thank you before running down the halls. My thoughts seem to race faster than my feet ever could. 

God this is so stupid. Those same thoughts go through my head the longer I stand in this elevator. I need to see him, tell him how sorry I am for everything. He didn't deserve this. 

Mission gone wrong and now my best friend might be dead? How is that fair. 

I rush down into the forbidden hallway, sick patients crowd every room there is. 

One number races through my mind. 

His room number. 

Of course it's at the end of the hall. Why wouldn't it be? 

As much as I want to go in, I stop. 

My feet won't move, nor have I tried to move them. 

Honestly? I'm scared, horrified of what I might see in there. 

Last I heard he was in a coma, they didn't tell me anything from there. I think I hung up the phone and ran here before they could tell me anything. 

I can't tell if I want him to be awake or sleeping when I walk in. 

I take the biggest breath of my life before pushing the door open. 

Jack. 

He's actually sitting up on the bed, staring at me like he knew I was going to come through the door any minute now. 

I feel my mouth open to say something, anything but nothing comes out of mine. Instead the next few minutes feel like hours. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you Ropo!?" 

"Jack I-"

"NO! This is your fault Ropo! Everything you do always has to have some sort of consquences doesn't it?"

Almost as if he's allowed to stand from the bed now, he's up. 

HIs eyes, the way he walks, filled with rage.