Teenage dream (Jian fanfic) SEQUEL

Oh Shit

I woke up naked and cold, I reached out in hopes I could curl up with jc and steal his body heat. Then I realized he wasn't there. He was gone. I looked everywhere for him but I couldn't find him. I checked the bathrooms, the kitchen, the living room and even the closet. Maybe he's feeling metaphorical? Nope. I sighed as I called out his name one last time. The silence was painful. I then got a call from someone, the hospital. I felt like my heart was ripped away from me. I answered it hesitantly. "H-hello?" I said, my voice croaking. The voice on the other end was oddly cheerful and replied "hello mister lawley, we would like you infrom you your boyfriend is currently in the hospital, he was hit my a car about twenty minutes ago or so and he's currently in surgery."
I wanted to die. I hung up and all that could come out of my mouth was "oh shit. OH SHIT."
I rustled through my messy room for some clothes. Even as it was before we lived together I still have a messy room. Jc always nags about that but I don't listen.
I drove to the hospital as fast as I could tears running down my face; I banged my fist against my window a few times in pure frustration. When I got their I ran in and up to the desk in a frenzy. "Justin Castillo, now...please" I panted out. The woman so suddenly ripped from her daze looked at me in confusion then looked through from papers frantically. "Oh um...he's in surgery right now you're gonna have to wait sir" she said. I sighed out loudly in disappointment and annoyance and she did the same. She must hate her job. I sat in the waiting room watching all the sick people, sad boyfriends and girlfriends, grumpy old men, and boogery children walk by me. But I also didn't. I was so lost in my own thought I forgot to think and I sat in pure nothingness as I stared blankly at the world around me. I forgot about reality. My brain was empty, and sad. Soon I became lost in my own mental questions such as "why didn't he tell me? Where was he even going?" I was oblivious yet aware. I felt alone, I felt my world sinking as I questioned more and more and as my brain forgot to take a breath. My anxiety was taking over my body. The inevitability that could come with the situation jc was in right now was too much for me to handle and to fast for me to process. I just wanted everything to just stop and I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to go home, not the building, in his arms. I needed that.