The Greaser and The Soc, A M!Reader x 2p! England Love Story

Chapter Ten; The Hospital

--- Oliver's POV ---

(M/N) was fading in and out of consciousness, he could hardly walk as his side spilled blood everywhere.

We were on the edge of the next town, the hospital in view when his knees buckled. I tried to hold him up and drag him in but I couldn't do it.

I leant (M/N) against a tree. He winced and held his side. The hanker chief I'd given him was soaked in his blood.

I looked around being sure Francois or anyone else was around. I pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"I-I'll be right back. I promise. I'm getting s-someone from the h-hospital." I stammered. (M/N) looked at me with glassy eyes, and nodded.

"Don't die on me. P-Please." I whimpered pressing one last kiss to his lips before I left.

"I swear on my life..." He wheezed, still smiling through the pain he was in.

I ran as fast as I could. Getting strange and concerned looks from people who were out this early in the morning. I didn't realize just how long we'd been out of our home town. My mind raced with my feet as I finally came upon the place; World Twinkle Hospital.

I slammed through the doors, effectively scaring the living daylights out of some of the patrons. But getting the attention of a few nurses.

"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-friend 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 friend's name?" She asked as a few nurses scattered about.

"M-my name if Oliver Kirkland. M-my friends 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'd left him. 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 his side as they threw him on a stretcher. I almost followed them as they ran back to the hospital. But I sidetracked and went in his bag and grabbed his wedding band. Just in case Or bags were stolen while I was with him. The ring matched mine, though his seemed a bit dingier than the one I wore. He probably went to work with it on. Motor oil stained the silver making the metal darker. I gripped the ring tight as I went after him and the medics. Pressing the cold silver into my palm as I ran back.

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-"