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Oliver Kirkland - A Greaser And A Soc (Part Three)

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--- Oliver's POV ---

"Nurse!" I ran into the hospital. The blood on my shirt caught the attention of many hospital goers as a nurse ran up to me.

"Oh dear! Here we'll get you in a room straight away." She said ushering me towards the interior of the hospital. I stayed planted in my spot and shook my head.

"N-No! This isn't my blood! M-My b- F-fiancé and I were attacked! H-he passed out! He needs help!" I yelled. The nurses eyes widened as she called a few other nurses.

"Alright sir. What's your name, and what's your fiancée's name?" She asked as a few nurses scattered about.

"M-my name if Oliver Kirkland. M-my fiancé's name is (M/N) (L/N). P-please hurry he's bleeding out." I sobbed. The nurse nodded as they followed me out of the hospital. I ran to the spot where I couldn't carry him any farther. The nurses followed behind since it was just outside the hospital.

I fell beside (M/N) as I cupped his face. He was getting cold, but his (e/c) eyes opened. I sobbed.

"D-Don't worry (M/N). I-I got some medics. Th-They're coming. P-please hold on." I stuttered. (M/N) gave a weak smile.

"Ya know... You worry to much Ollie Boy." He whispered. I let out a sob but smiled.

"I'll always worry about you. You can't keep getting beat up over me." I said. (M/N) chuckled.

"I don't mind as long as I'm gettin' beat up for you Doll." He said. The medics finally showed up. They moved quickly, pulling me from him as they threw him on a stretcher. I followed them as they ran back to the hospital. I went in his bag and grabbed his wedding band. It matched mine, though his seemed a bit dingier than mine. He probably went to work with it on. Motor oil stained the silver as I went after him and the medics.

Once in the hospital the nurses told me I had to wait outside until they patched him up.

"B-but! I-I can't leave him! H-He's-"

"I assure you, sir, your fiancé will be fine." She said calmly. I was probably a mess. My clothes were covered in dirt and blood. I shook like a leaf as the thought of (M/N) not making it plagued my mind.

"A-Are you sure? I-I can't be left a widower already miss. H-He promised..." My words died at my lips. "H-He never breaks a promise..." I said. The nurse nodded.

"I promise we'll do all we can. Why don't you grab something to eat, and maybe change your clothes. You look like you need a rest." She said. I nodded.

"I-I'll be right back. I have to grab our bags." I said before running back to our bags. I picked them up. Walking back into the hospital the nurse walked up to me.

"He's in surgery right now. We have to stop the bleeding internally. And I know you two aren't lawfully married yet, but he said you were to make his decisions if he doesn't come to." She said. I nodded.

"I'll take you to the room he'll be in. Just follow me please." She said. I nodded and followed after her. She took me down the long quiet halls. I stood out like a sore thumb in the bleached environment. My entire side was a biohazard, drenched in my fiancé's blood.

"Here sir," the nurse stopped at a door opening it for me. I walked in the small room had a cot for the patient and a small armchair I dubbed as my spot. A small bathroom in the corner.

"He'll be here as soon as we patch him up. Get changed and grab a bite, he'll be okay, we promise." She said. I nodded setting our bags down.

"Thank you so much M'am." I said she nodded.

"No problem sir." She said closing the door leaving me alone. I dug in my suitcase and took out a new set of clothes. I went into the small bathroom and shut the door. I looked in the mirror and gasped.

I was a mess. (M/N)'s blood soaked through half my sweater, dirt caked what wasn't covered in crimson. A swipe of copper red stained my cheek. I wiped it away only to see the spot grow. My hands were covered in his blood. I wanted to vomit. There was so much blood...

I turned on the sink and rinsed my hands of the red liquid, the color spiraling down the sinks drain. I washed my face of the dirt and blood, drying it with paper towels as I looked in the mirror.

I sobbed. We were so stupid. How could we run from our home like that? We couldn't escape this- this Greaser and Soc issue. I should've known Francois would look where I'd gone. I should've guessed he would be driving around with Allan and Matt.

If I hadn't been a Soc, and he hadn't been a Greaser...

I sat against the door, I looked at my hands. There was blood on my hands, not physically, mentally I felt I'd killed the most important person in my world. What if he died? It would be all my fault. I looked at the crimson that stained my sleeve. I ripped my sweater off. The blood soaked thing sat on the floor.
It looked like I murdered him.

I changed my clothes, throwing on one of (M/N)'s white t-shirts and a pair of my own jeans.

I walked out of the bathroom to see a doctor in the room. Then I saw the presence on the cot.

"(M/N)!" I gasped. I rushed to his side, his eyes lazily opened as he looked over at me.

"Hey, you're pretty cute~." He smiled. I looked to the doctor who chuckled as he wrote something down.

"(M/N) you know who I am right?" I asked.

"He'll be alright sir. He just might be a little off from the anesthesia." The doctor smiled. I sighed in relief looking back to my fiancé.

"Whoever you are, you're too cute. Wanna go on a date some time?" He asked. I chuckled and reached over holding his hand.

"(M/N) we're already getting married." I laughed, tears in my eyes. His (e/c) orbs widened with disbelief.

"You're my husband." He asked. I nodded laughing at his surprise. He smiled and laughed to himself.

"Damn I hit the jackpot." He said. I laughed and held his hand pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

"Yeah, and I did too." I said. (M/N) smiled his eyes half lidded as he gingerly sat up leaning over and pressing a kid to my forehead.

"I can't wait to marry a boy like you." He said, grinning like an idiot. I smiled jut the same.

I couldn't wait either.

A/N
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