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;harry

gasping, forehead dripping with perspiration, i hear my phone ring against the floor. i stand quickly, rushing out of the bed towards the shattered device, pressing it to my ear.

"h-hello?" i stammer, buckling my pants up as i hold the phone between my shoulder and my ear.

"is this harry lewis?" a soft voice rings through the receiver, causing me to hum.

"hi. you were callum airey's contact number, he has gone out of surgery. as for privacy reasons, we cannot explain the results over the line, but please, do come in and visit." her mellow voice informs me, so i clear my throat of the evergrowing lump.

"alright, i'm on my way." i say sharply, before hanging up the call.

i grab my wallet and my room key, before shutting off the lights and heading out of the door.

//

"is callum airey still in the same room?" i breathe, looking at the young woman sat at the desk.

"he is.. the same room number on the intensive care floor." she smiles, handing me a small slip of paper with directions.

"intensive care?" i choke, and she nods.

"don't worry, most patients go there after surgery." she confirms, causing me to sigh out in relief.

"thanks." i murmur, before starting towards the elevator.

making my way to the icu was the most heart wrenching thing i've ever experienced. i didn't know what to expect, but from the sounds of the nurse and the nursing unit clerk, it sounded like he was okay.

i maneuver my way through the hall, making my way towards correct room. finally reaching it, i walk in, only to be met with doctors hovering over him, a beeping sound slowly getting faster and faster.

"ha-arry." he chokes out, before wheezing.

my body freezes.

"cal!" i shout, pushing my way through the doctors towards him.

"callum." i whimper, his shaky, cold hands intertwining with mine.

"i-i'm scared." he stammers, his eyes bloodshot and glossy.

"no, don't be. you're okay baby, you're gonna be okay." i promise, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"why aren't you fuckers doing anything?!" i scream, only for the doctor to dip his head.

callum turns my cheek back towards him, his clammy, cold fingers caressing my cheek as he pushes a sob from his throat.

our eyes meet, and i could basically see his heart breaking. my eyes probably didn't tell him much different.

"it's okay." he breathes, and it felt as it the world had stopped.

my hand came up, clasping around his as i scream into his hand.

"i love you." he whispers, before he starts to choke on the air trapped in his lungs.

i just stand, watching as the man i fell in love with- the man i was going to marry- fall out of life before my eyes.

in a blur, i was pushed out of the room. they were yelling in my face, but my eyes stayed glued to the boy, my ears full of a steady beep.

i watched as metal hit skin, his back arching off the bed. i watched as they did it over, and over, and over.

i watched as the doctors took a step back, placing their hands on their hips as they look to the floor.

i feel the nurses rush past me, shoulders hitting shoulders as they grab a coroner nurse.

i feel tears stream down my cheeks as my breaths slow to a stop, my heart shattering in its cage, darkness flooding my veins.

"i'm sorry for your loss..."

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