As I race to the reception desk, all that was running through my mind is, 'I need him.' We finally find the desk on the first floor. The woman looks at me with a calming face, "Who are you visiting today?" I explain about the call and she says, "Oh you poor darling. He is in ICU, Room 76 North-West wing." I give her a thankful nod and wonder off with Alexis beside me. She walks in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. "Connor, what the fuck is going on with Troye?" As the sentence entered my brain, I broke down in tears. I couldn't handle it, being without Troye. I have to push on, for him.
I scan the room numbers. 74.. 75.. 76! I walk in I'm and am breath taken. Troye was layed down, a heart monitor connected to his pale body, a cannula in his nose, allowing oxygen to flow. No movements. I sat myself on a chair next to him and begin to talk to him. How I love him. My eyelids began to soon feel heavy. My eyes shut as I fell asleep next to the one I love so dearly.
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Sharp Love- A Tronnor Fic
RomanceWhen Connor receives a call from a Psychiatric Ward in Perth that Troye had been admitted at 4am that morning. Connor (Out with Alexis G Zall that morning) got in his car and drove to the hospital to find Troye in a Comatose. Will he survive or will...
