Falling In (boyxboy)

Ch 7 (end)

UGGGGGH

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Nate's P.O.V

"Hurry up!" I clutched my knees to my chest and yelled at my dad.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" He turned to glare at me for a fraction of a second before looking bak at the road.

We were on our way to the hospital. Bradley had been in a wreck. A really bad wreak.

Some drunk guy ran through a stop light am straight into my baby. The guy got out scratch free but I can't say the same for Bradley.

From what the cops said, he was in pretty bad shape. They didn't say if he would make it or not and that's what's bothering me the most.

I just got him back. He can't leave me; not like this.

"Nate, please, calm down. He'll be fine. It was just a little fender bender." Dad patted my shoulder.

I stared at him in disbelief. "Did you not see the car?" The tears I had been trying my hardest to hold in the past fee minutes finally made an appearance.

"Have you called Megan or Logan?" He's trying to change the subject. Smart, but not helping.

I shook my head. With all that's going on, Megan and Logan haven't been on my mind at all.

Dad pulled the car into the hospital parking lot in front of the emergency entrance. I jumped out as soon as he parked and ran into the building.

A few bored looking nurses looked at me weirdly from behind the desk.

"Can I help you?" One of them asked. She was sitting behind the computer. Her appearance was completely disheveled. From all the doctor shows I've seen, the nurses we're suppose to look nice all the time and never disheveled. Mary, I read her name tag, was slacking.

"Is Bradley Elton here?" I was panting because of all the running I had to do to get here.

Nurse Mary looked down at the clip board with a lists of all the names of the people who had been in and out today. "Yes. He's currently in surgery. Are you his brother?"

"No, I'm his boyfriend. Will he be okay?"

"I can't answer that sweetie. He should be out in a few hours." She gave me a sympathetic smile and returned her gaze to the computer screen.

I couldn't help but think about how many times she's smiled that smile. Every family member or close friend of a patient probably got that same exact rehearsed sympathetic smile.

Dad came in a few seconds later. He spotted me sitting in one of the plastic waiting room chairs.

"Do you know how he's doing?" He sat down across from me.

I shook my head and started crying again.

After what felt like forever, but seven hours and twelve minutes to be precise, an older looking gentleman, a doctor no doubt, came out of the hallway leading into the operating rooms.

"Anyone here for," he glanced down at the clip board in his hand and looked up a second later, "Bradley Elton?"

I shot up and ran straight to the man, my dad following behind.

"Okay, he just got out of surgery. He's not looking so well, but that doesn't necessarily mean anythings going to happen. You're free to visit if you'd like." The man smiled, this a genuine one not a fake sympathetic one.

I nodded and he gave me a room number.

The door to his room was slightly open. I could hear a few voices coming from inside. It sounded like a woman and a boy.

"How ya doing sweetie?"

"Ugh."

"Okay, use your words please."

"Ugh."

"Bradley!"

"It hurts."

"That's all I needed to hear." She hooked a drop into his arm. A clear liquid dripped out of a big bag and into the tube leading to a needle in hi super arm.

I walked into the room. Two sets of eyes examining me thoroughly. A smile crept onto Bradley's face and then a look of sheer pain that caused him to cringe.

"It's okay." I kneeled down in front of him, taking his hand in mine. His heart monitor started beeping faster. "I love you."

A few tears built up in his eyes. He was trying to form words, but it wasn't working.

"Bradley clam down." The nurse stuck another needle into his arm which caused the heart monitor to slow down a little, but not by much. "Bradley!"

"What's wrong?" I squeezed his hand and looked at his face. It was all red and his lips were going blue. He can't breath.

The heart monitor kept speeding up and speeding up and his face kept getting redder and redder.

"I love you!" I buried my face in the blankets. His grip on my hand got tighter causing my head to snap up.

"I love you too." It came out hoarse and barely understandable, but I heard him perfectly.

In fact, I heard him so clearly because the beeping noises stopped as soon as he said it.

The nurse and a team of doctors rushed in. One man had the shockers in his hands and he placed them on Bradley's chest.

He pressed them on him and the electricity caused Bradley's lifeless body to tremble.

The heart monitor did something, but just as quickly as it did something it went back to a straight line.

Doctor jolted him again and again but nothing ever happened.

"He's gone." The doctor set the paddles down on the counter and looked at me.

My face was pale with tears flowing down it. I crawled onto the bed next to Bradley. He was still warm. I wrapped my arms around his lifeless body and clung to him until my dad made me leave.

"We have to leave, Nate." Dad grabbed my waist and pulled me away from my Bradley. His body had gotten colder but I didn't care.

"I can't leave him!" I fought my dad but gave up when I realized I couldn't get out if his grip.

"You have to."

My voice shrunk. It was hardly even audible. "I can't."

His last words were 'I love you too'. I told him that I love him and he choked on his words. No, he was choking before he said that.

"Dad! I want to stay here with him! He's going to be scared when he wakes up. You know he hates being alone when he wakes up!"

"Nate, he's not going to wake up. Son, he's dead." My fathers words felt like a knife. It was as if he was stabbing me, but not just stabbing, he twisted the knife all around, making sure to cause me the most pain possible, before pulling it out and doing it over and over.

My Bradley's gone.

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And that's the end... unless this actually gets a bunch of reads and people want a sequel... if that happens, then yes, I will write a sequel.

This isn't exactly what happened with my friend (Nolan) but it's pretty close. His boyfriend, Elliot, died in a car wreak but it was an immediate death not a 'after surgery' or 'after saying 'I love you'' kind of situation.