•Michael's POV•
I run into the hospital and speed to the front desk.
"I'm looking for Gavin Free." I request, out of breath.
"One moment, please." the woman says.
She checks a filing cabinet, then checks a clipboard. She presses a button and begins speaking.
"You've got a visitor. Would you like me to send him up?"
I hear a muffled, scratchy "Yes." The woman directs me his way, room 386. Walk down the front hall, turn left, go up the stairs, blah blah blah.
I run down the hall, dodging the various nurses and doctors in the hallways.
After going up the stairs I see he room numberings. 378, 382, 384, 386! Gavin!
I burst in. Gavin smiles and leans against his pillows.
"Gavin." I begin, "I've been driving for four days. I finally found you!"
He puts his arms out, and I walk over and hug him. "I finally found you." I repeat.
"Micoo, everything's terrible without you. Look, I sprained my ankle!"
"Oh god, Gavin." I look at his swollen foot. Poor boy.
MY poor boy.
"Gavin. I missed you so much! It's not the same without you." The thought of the 'This is...' we did pops into my head again, and I start crying.
"I love you, Gavin. Your my boi." I say, gently.
"Your my boi, Micoo. Your my boi." he replies, hugging my tightly.
"I love you, Gavin." I repeat.
He's alive. He's okay.
He's mine.
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FanfictionWhen Gavin's plane crashes, what will Michael do to make sure his best friend made it out alive?