The Worst Halloween Night Ever

A/N: Hey guys, this is just a fluffly little Halloween-themed Buckin story. I just hope you like it!

With his heart hammering in his chest and his fingers twitching in anxiety, Chris stood up again and paced the corridor for the tenth time that night.

Waiting was the worst.

Little did he know that he would end this year's Halloween night outside the A&E ward, worried out of his mind.

"Fuck, why are they taking so long?" he muttered, eyes fixed on the shiny tiles as his feet stepped on them.

If it wasn't for the elderly gentleman waiting to hear about his wife's condition and their daughter, he would surely not hesitate to curse out loud.

He wasn't a twat, though.

He reached the double doors that led to another corridor and turned back. He did not want to go too far away in case the doctors called him.

He caught an image of himself reflected on the doors glass.

What a joke.

A 32-year-old man dressed as Jason, the character from Friday the 13th. Thanks God he had left the plastic machete at home and he had no idea what happened to that stupid mask, either.

He'd been in such a rush after it happened.

This evening was not supposed to end like this. He was supposed to...he...but then the accident happened. Such a stupid silly accident.

One second he had been looking at Jonny, as he made his way, costume-less as he presumed he would be, from his kitchen to the terrace, a plastic cup in one hand, a bowl with snacks in the other, and next thing he had known Jonny was lying unconscious on the wooden floor, blood gushing out from somewhere behind his head.

He had seen it happen as in slow motion, Jonny slipping and falling backwards, hitting his head on a big concrete planter behind him.

His heart had stopped. For a tiny fleeting second he had been paralysed, but then Phil had rushed to Jon and he had shaken himself out of his stupor.

"Call an ambulance," his friend had shouted.

Things were a bit of a haze after that, all he remembered now was sitting next to Jonny, his hand on his chest to make sure he was still breathing and that his heart was still beating and following Phil's command of not moving him.

He'd sat with him cursing himself for not noticing the spilled liquid on the floor which had made Jonny slip in the first place.

"I'm sorry Jonny," he had murmured a hundred times until the ambulance arrived and Jon was taken to hospital.

With an impatient sigh, Chris plonked himself on the chairs facing the A&E doors. He ran his fingers through his short hair, berating himself once again.

If only he had brought those snacks himself, it was his fucking party after all, but Jonny insisted on helping.

He knew the only reason Jon was there was because he had asked him to. His friend did not care much about celebrating Halloween.

In fact, this year, Chris himself cared about Halloween even less. He had only wanted to throw a party to get Jonny to come.

Chris knew people in their crew would have convinced Jonny to join them at a bar after working in the Bakery otherwise.

But he had wanted Jonny all to himself.

He had something important to tell him.

Something he needed Jon to know.