Two Army Cadets are shamed for their sexuality on a daily basis. But as their love develops, they face crippling emotional and physical strife, they depend on each other to get through it all.
Lovell had stared blankly at the wall for hours inside the waiting room. He had had more than enough time to worry what might have happened to the person he was closest to in that dreaded white room. He wasn't going to wait any longer, he was surprised that he had been able to sit there without bursting into tears or breaking something. Were they loading him up with medicine? We're they sticking tubes into his bloodstream? Were they just simply checking his pulse? Does he even have one now? Lovell choked a little. He slammed his fists down onto the table, his chair skidded backwards. He marched to the front desk and said in an icy voice through gritted teeth, "Where the hell is Will Carter?" The receptionist was wearing thin rimmed glasses and he glared through them like they impaired his vision rather than aided it. The man who looked at the age of around mid forties tilted his head slightly up but kept his head down on his documents. He didn't say a single word, just kept scanning his papers. "Excuse me sir." Lovell spoke in a firm tone of voice. He was getting agitated now. "Sir could you tell me where Will Carter is? C-A-R-T-E-R?" The man continued to glare down at the documents, reading the same page over and over again as if to deliberately piss him off. In frustration, he hit his fist down onto his desk which knocked over a pot of pencils. He deliberately threw his stupid documents onto the ground, bastard should've listened to him. The receptionist stood up sharply. But then, a man of around Lovell's height with black hair rushed around the corner of the desk and next to Lovell. "Sir is there a problem here?" Lovell breathed out slowly. "This man won't tell me where my.. Friend is?" Lovell looked at the man in confusion as he responded with a snigger. "Excuse me?" He was getting worked up again. "Our receptionist is female." The man smiled. The woMAN was still glaring from over her glasses. Lovell kept a straight face. "Could've fooled me.. Jesus..." There was a brief stretch of silence before the receptionist walked around the front of the desk to pick up her papers. "Now take me to Will fucking Carter."
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🔽💭 Will Carter 💭🔽
He stared up at the roof and saw only white. Carter couldn't move from the bed. Why the hell couldn't he move? It was an overdose on alcohol... But wait... Carter remembered something else, pills that he got from that one dodgy kid on Annual Camp that always got sent home early for "personal reasons". Whatever the hell they were, they'd done their job. He blacked out once more as he heard footsteps approaching and hands grabbed his shoulders.
🔽💭 Lovell 💭🔽
Lovell shook his beloved by the shoulders in a brief hope to wake him up. He had ran into the room where Carter was the only patient and blacked out on a bed. "Carter, listen! Wake up!" Lovell cried. Two larger men tried to pull him off of the bed but he wouldn't allow them. He grappled the side of the bed and carried on shouting, over and over, louder and louder. "I should've told you I loved you more!" Lovell screamed inside his head. He kicked out behind him as the men tried to pull him off. "I'm sorry Carter! It's my fault, I should've been there! I love you!" Lovell cried, his cheeks were decorated with tears, perfect streaks down his skin.
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Lovell found himself outside the hospital doors. He must have been knocked out or something of the like. His head hit but his heart hurt more. The one person he cared about to the extent he would die a million times over for was out of arms reach. He longed to hold him again but a few layers of bricks were stopping him. He tree himself against the doors of the hospital. The same men looked straight past him but held the doors forward so he couldn't come close. His fists were bleeding. He took one last helpless hit which cost him all of his strength. He pulled himself away from the hospital and lugged himself across the car park, where he lit a cigarette and laid himself down on the curb and screamed out to the sky as flashbacks of his good times with Carter plagued his mind.
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