The Neighbor // Brallon

Shotgun Wedding

Dallon p.o.v.

The sirens are unbearable. Standing in the street is worse. Our neighbors come out into the street to see what's happening and they take him away so quickly. His shirt is bloodstained, mouth streaked with blood too. My hands crimson from trying to help him.

I follow the first responders hurriedly and they load him into the ambulance, yelling at each other for CC's of this and CC's of that.

"Can I come?" I beg, my voice weak.

"Are you related?" The paramedic says as they try to find a vein for fluids.

"No sir," I respond, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Then no."

My mind races quickly trying to cheat the system as quickly as humanly possible, "he's my fiancé!" I announce to the man taking care of Brendon. He looks at his partner and she nods before they gesture for me to get on the bus. The move so quickly I can't follow and my brain goes numb. So numb I can no longer hear or feel. Everything feels so far away from me. He's coughing up blood. Lots of it now. His eyes are wide, scared and I can't move. The paramedics rush around working hard to stop the bleeding while I simply grip onto his hand.

When we get to the hospital they push past me and leave me stranded in the ER. I look around like a lost child in a grocery store. Everyone moves so fast and I simply cannot keep up.

"Is there, uh, somewhere I can go?" I ask a nurse at the check in desk.

"Down the hall on the right is the cafeteria, left is the waiting room."

"Thanks..." I tap the desk lightly and head to the cafeteria where I buy a cup of coffee before walking to the waiting room. Before long the coffee is gone and I'm bored. Not too much time passes before I realize that this isn't anything like greys anatomy. Of course I was nervous. I'm terrified. Our life together just started. It couldn't end now; not like this. I get tired of sitting, waiting for some surgical intern to tell me dramatically that Brendon was perfectly fine, or maybe he was dead. I pray he's not dead.

I wander the hallways aimlessly. Watching as nurses and doctors rush from place to place. There's a pretty terrace where I stand for what feels like forever just watching as people pass under me. Some of them move quickly. Some cry, and some just meander along slowly. There's laughter from somewhere and a baby's cry. It's beautiful, and I smile. Maybe Brendon and I would have a baby someday.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out quickly to see who it is. The hospital.

Brendon.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Weekes?" That same voice from the hospital the other day chirps.

"That's me..." I inhale sharply, hoping for good news.

"Come to the surgical floor, room 374B please... your fiancé is out of surgery." I hang up quicker than is probably possible, racing to find him and after bumping into nurses three times, circling around maternity and ending up in dermatology, I finally find his room.

There's the girl standing in the doorway with a clipboard in hand, tapping her pen expectantly.

"It's nice to see you again dallon, however I had hoped it would have been on different circumstances."

I laugh half heartedly before my eyes land on him. He looks so small in that bed, hooked up to wires and tubes. "Is he okay?"

"He's out of surgery... stable but still under so he should be waking up within an hour or so," she nods her head and gestures to a chair by his bedside. "Might wanna settle in..."

I nod and go over to him, taking his hand in mine and squeezing, "thank you."

Now we wait.

*

I was really hoping that she wouldn't mention the fiancé thing. I mean, it was a decision I made to be close with him. I didn't think anything of it or the consequences that would be laid ahead of me. Like, what if the thought disgusts him? What if he hates me for it? What if he laughs?

"So dallon...?"

Here we go, "I can explain!" His eyes are expectant with that happy glint in there somewhere. So maybe he isn't mad? "They wouldn't let me on the ambulance unless i was closer to you, and they needed some kind of consent for the procedures," I rush, trying to explain as quickly as I can.

He looks confused, "so you aren't my fiancé?"

"No baby," I say quietly. His face falls and he looks disappointed. My mind races and tries to find a way. Maybe if...? "We aren't.... unless you wanna be?" There goes the light back in his eyes.

"You think?!" He's excited clapping his hands together like a child. "Oh a wedding! I've always loved weddings! And flowers, what kind of flowers?"
The look on his face is priceless and I wouldn't replace it with anything else. "We could check out this beautiful church on Fremont street even though neither of us are religious, but that's okay right?" I nod and he continues babbling on before gripping his abdomen in pain. "Oof..."

"Slow down baby.... we'll get it all settled as soon and you get out of here and get you better I promise." I kiss his forehead lightly and lift up the covers to lay beside him. He rolls over onto his side and I wrap one of my arms around his waist, pressing a kiss where his neck meets his spine. "On the way home we'll go pick out rings and deal with the rest after I kiss you into oblivion..."

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