NYGMOBBLEPOT • one shots

Everything we had, left behind.

His pants prevented him from seeing what the damage was. But the fiery pain left no doubt.
They had slashed an artery, which was now bleeding profusely.

Oswald knew he didn't have much time left.

Stifling the tears of pain that threatened to cloud his vision, he searched his jacket, picking up his phone with bloodied hands.

He should call for help. Call 911.
But then he looked at the steady flow of blood seeping out of him.
He had something way more important to do.

He dialed the number and pressed the phone to his ear. One hand on the gaping wound, keeping pressure.

After two rings, the other side picks up.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Mayor. I was wondering if you were ever going to call me and inform me where you went to. As your very competent and worried Chief of Staff, it is my responsibility to know your whereabouts at all times." Said the other side of the line, with a playful voice.

"Hi, Ed." Said Oswald, with a small smile gracing his features.

"Hi, Oswald. It's nice to finally hear your voice." Said Ed, and a smile could be heard through the phone.

"So where did you went off to?" He asked.

Oswald hadn't thought about an excuse. He just called Ed, on the impulse.

"Ah, I... I just needed some air. I went to the city. But I lost track of time, you know how I am." Oswald said, letting out a genuine laugh that had a lot of pain laced into it.

"As I said to you once, you never cease to amaze me Oswald." Mocked the other man, his voice and laugh feeling like honey in Oswald's heart.

"I love you." He blurted out, not capable of leaving it inside himself anymore.

And a silence occupied the airwaves.

"I love you too, Oswald. You're my best friend." Said the other man, to Oswald's despair.

"No, Ed. I mean I love you, I love you." Said Oswald.

Another silence.

"Oswald. I... I don't believe that this is a conversation we should be having through the phone." Ed said, his voice full of what Oswald identified as happiness. And that soothed his aching heart.

"No, Ed please. I need to say this now. I... I might not be able to do it later." Oswald chocked out, his control over his tears slowly wearing out.

Shit.

"Oswald, what happened." Ed said, his cheerful tone completely gone from his velvety voice.

"It doesn't matter what happened. You need to know how much you mean to me." Oswald's heart clenching at the thought of the sadness he would inflict on Edward.

"Oswald, stop this nonsense, where are you?" Said Ed. Oswald could hear his shuffling in the background.

"Ed, please. It's no use. Just listen to me, I beg you." Oswald said, in a string of voice, his tears sulking freely down his cheeks.

"Oswald please... Let me... Let... Please..."

"Ed. That night in the woods, when you rescued me, I... I didn't knew how much of a blessing you were. How you took me in, how you cared for me, how you put everything you had at risk to help me." Oswald smiled at the memory of all the soft moments spent in Edward's apartment.

"I was so immersed on my own grief that I didn't see what was blossoming inside me. I always wondered if you did."

"Oswald please, I'm coming to get you. Just tell where you are. Please don't do this to me." Edward was so desperate. Oswald almost complied.