SnowBaz Oneshots

Date

*Baz's POV*

Where in the world of mages is he?! I have been waiting here for 20 minutes! He knew about this date! We have been planning it for a while now. With me in uni, and Bunce living with us, we can never have a romantic evening to ourselves. This is the one day that I had no classes and Bunce is visiting her parents for the weekend. We had arranged for him to meet me here after I went to go hunt. I have tried calling, and texting, him, but he never answered. "Would you like to order?" The waitress asks me. I turn to glare at her, not necessarily because I'm mad at her, I'm just frustrated with Simon. "No, but a refill of water will do." She smiles sympathetically. I have been getting a lot of those from other people in the restaurant, them all thinking that I got stood up. Right now it's starting to feel like it. "Here you go, sir. Are you SURE there isn't anything else I can do for you?" She places her hand on mine. I look up and she bats her long black eyelashes at me. I jerk my hand away and mutter, "No, I'm fine." She shakes her head, but leaves anyway. I wait another ten minutes, totaling to me waiting for 40 minutes all together, and decide that I'm just going to pick up fast-food and go home. Maybe Simon will meet me there. I pay for my drink, even though it's suppose to be free because it's just tap water, but I am a gentleman who wants to pay for taking up space. When I walk out, everyone looks at me with sad filled eyes, and a few smile weakly. I ignore them all and continue walking out the door without a word. 'I should've known he wouldn't come. That he would leave me one day. That as soon as Simon Snow realized what a mistake it was being with me, he would run. I don't blame him, I would've too. I'm actually surprised he stayed this long. He probably never even thought about us, speaking as Simon doesn't think at all, but when we planned on spending real time with each other, he would leave. Makes sense. I was never good enough for him anyway. He always deserved better.' These haunting thoughts raid my mind as I grab the take out and race home. However, the fates had something else in mind. My cell vibrates and then starts playing Wild, signaling that Simon is calling me. Probably to say it's over and that he was stupid for even thinking he could be with me. I answer it anyway, this may be the last chance I have to speak to him. "Hello?" I squeak out. "Do you know a Simon Snow?" I hear a monotone voice on the other side. What's going on? "Yes?" I answer questioningly. "This is Rowell's Hospital. Simon has just been rushed in. He was in a car crash and we had to come to the scene. When we got there Mr. Snow was unconscious, but breathing. We managed to get him back here, and now he is starting to recover from the surgery. Mr. Snow is still sleeping now. You were his first contact, are you able to come see him? Or know anyone that could? It would be best if someone he knew were here when he wakes." Aleister Crowley, Simon, My Simon, is in the hospital! Simon was in a car crash, and is now unconscious at the hospital. I realize I still haven't answered the lady on the other line. "O-oh, sorry, ma'am. Y-Yes I can come. I will come." I hang up the phone before she can say anything more. I know I'm not allowed to use my magic around Normals, but there is an exception to every rule. And I think that my soulmate being in a hospital due to a terrible crash is one of them. "Up, Up, And Away!" I cast on myself as I start to fly towards the love of my life.

I land there ten minutes later and rush into the office. "Who are you here for?" The lady behind the desk asks. "Snow. Simon Snow." I rush, still out of breath from flying. "Yes, okay. Room 61. Please be quiet entering." She looks back to her papers and leaves me to go find him. I immediately rush to the lift and take it to the 3rd floor. I don't know how I know where to go, but I do. I know that I have to go to the third floor, take a left, and his room will be at the end of the hall. I make my way there, sprinting, and come face to face with a metal door with a black sticker 61. I open the door quietly, following the instructions of the lady, and see Simon on the bed. There is IV in his arm, putting blood back into his veins. I can sense the lack of it in him, thanks to my vampire senses. I sit in the oversized chair next to his bed, and take his hand in mine. His eyes are closed and the heart monitor beeps slowly. "Oh, Simon. Love, wake up." I whisper. Tears start building in my eyes when I think about the possibility of him not waking. Of him not smiling another smile. Of him not complaining about how hot it is 24/7. He remains silent and unmoving. I know I'm not suppose to do it, but I crawl into the bed with him. The silver bars on the bed burn, I ignore them. I only care about Simon right now. I caress his hair, running the golden curls in my fingers. "Please, Love. Wake up." The tears become to hard to hold and the spill out. I don't cry very often, I manage to keep everything to myself. At the moment, crying in front of anybody doesn't matter. I just need Simon to open his dull blue eyes.