Something Different Corbyn Besson x Reader

Clear!!

I walk up to the front desk of the hospital. I'm so scared for my sweet little boy.
"Hi yes I'd like to see Alex Besson. He's my son. I don't know what happened to him but I need to see him please." I told the lady at the desk. She typed on the computer and a little paper printed out of the copy machine. She took it and handed it to me, then directed me to the waiting room. I can't see him until they know he is stable. I sit there for about 15 minutes before a doctor came out. He looked at us and then just looked down.
"He had an allergic reaction to something at school today. We don't know what it was, but it caused his trachea to swell so bad that he couldn't breath. We tried to get e tune into him, but on the ambulance we couldn't. I think you need to spend some time with him. He's in critical condition." The doctor said. I froze. Corbyn squeezed my hand and my legs turn into jello. The doctor led us down a hallway in the icu and he opened a door that must be Alex's. I run over to his tiny, almost lifeless body. Various sizes of tubes and pumps are sticking out of his veins and mouth. He is wrapped in a white hospital blanket and nothing else but probably a pull ups. I want to pick him up and hug him. I hear a beeping that  has more than normal seconds between each one. I look over and see that it's the machine that shows Alex's tiny heartbeat. It is so slow. It can't be that slow. Corbyn is on the other side of the bed with Alex's head in one hand and his other hand is placed gently on his stomach. His face shows terrible sadness, but he doesn't cry. I reach over and take his hand that's resting on Alex's stomach. He fiddled with my ring, moving it around my finger.
"Don't you remember?" He asks.
"Of course I do." I reply. He smiles and sniffles.
"I remember it so very well. And everything leading up to it. And after. The thing I never want to forget though, is this little guy who started out with us falling in love with the little red '+'." He says. He rambles on about our lives. How we first met years ago. How we slept together for the first time. How we went to Disney where we got married. How after that one night of love, my life changed forever. When Ranger died. When a got kittens. When just hours ago we got this terrible phone call-
"No!" He yells suddenly. I turn around and the machine is a steady line and a single long beeeeeeeeeep. He screams again and gets up, sprinting out of the room to find the doctor. I feel sick. I try to shake Alex, as if it will wake him up. I bang on the machine with all my force. I am screaming. I don't hear it, but I know I am because of the burning in my throat. I am still going back and fourth between shaking Alex and hitting the machine when a bunch f doctors come running in. Corbyn pulls me away from Alex, but I fight it. The doctors pump on his chest and try to get air into him. The machine is still flatlining. One doctor gets out the dufibulator and makes everyone stand back as he charges them up. He presses them to Alex's tiny chest and yells clear! 
Nothing.
There is no heart beat.
He tries once more, but to no avail.
I run towards my son but I am ushered away. We both are. Corbyn just keeps repeating no.
"No come on please guys. You have to let us in please! That's my son! That our son! Just please! No. No. No. no. No. Please please. Please!!!" He screams. The doctors shut the doors to the ICU, locking us out.