Blue Does

Where Could My Baby Be?

Samuel had never admired the color blue fully until this moment. The blue sky, blue coat, blue car. Everything was blue.

He didn't understand why there was red seeping through Charles' coat, coating his fingers. The blood quickly was washed away by the rain. It was raining? Samuel hadn't noticed until his bones chilled and his teeth chattered.

He forced his legs to move, despite his legs wanting to buckle and fall to the ground. The only thing running through his mind was: it's cold and Charles is bleeding.

He reached over to check on Charles, who was in the driver's seat. He laid on the airbag, unconscious.

Sam took note that Charles' body matched his coat and the flashing red and blue lights. Sam didn't know he was bleeding until a sharp pain shot through his side. A shard of glass must've flew through the other car and scraped his side. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or not.. Especially if it was obvious Charles was in worst condition than him.

He cautiously unbuckled his seat belt and forced himself to learn over to his boyfriend.

Charles was pale, as if all the color from his tan skin had drained. Maybe it did. Did the accident knock the color out of Charles?

Sam wanted to laugh but couldn't find it in himself to. Instead, he ran his fingers through Charles' wet hair, a small smile forming onto his lips as his boyfriend's face twitched.

That was a good sign.

Right?

Samuel continued to play with his hair, trying to calm himself and Charles down as people surrounded the accident. He didn't move away when his boyfriend leaned into his hand. That was when his eyes opened- slowly.

They were foggy and glossed over. He was going to cry.

This was another thing blue about that day: the tears that didn't seem to stop.

Everything was silent as Charles cried. Well, everything but the yelling firefighters and policemen. And the sirens. They were loud.

Sam leaned against the seat as he stroked Charles' head. It was nice. It would've been perfect if there weren't shards of glass in Sam's side and everything wasn't so damn blue.

The next thing that was blue was the blood that seeped out of Charles' mouth as he spoke.

"Sam?"he whispered, voice raspy.

Samuel hummed in response, trying his best to not be phased by the blood. He knew it'd only make Charles panic if he panicked and that was not something he needed.

At least, not yet.

"I'm dying."

"No you're not."

"Yes,"Charles paused,"I am."

Sam couldn't show he felt. He needed to be reassuring- happy. He wasn't calm. Every part of Sam wanted to either yell in pain or scream for Charles. Either would send them both in a panic.

Good thing he was a good actor.

"No. You're not going to die. We are going to stay here while those men cut us out of here."

"Samuel.."Charles never used Sam's full name. It was always the other way around."Hold me, please.. For a little while.."

And that's what Sam did. He held him for the last few moments.

The last thing Sam saw that was blue that day was the body bag the paramedics had zipped Charles into.

Samuel had never admired the color blue fully until this moment.