Snowflakes (King Dice x Depressed! Reader) OLD

Warm

*heres some art from the last chapter that i made*

⚠️WARNING, Mentions of Drug misuse, thoughts of suicide, and Mentions of Terrorism and Death are present in this chapter, Reader discretion is advised.⚠️

//Your POV//

The hospital waiting room, chilly, and crowded.

The Girl went off to find a vending machine for something to drink while the Boy sat in a chair.

Cold.

I was absolutely cold.

Inside and Out.

Emotions drained.

I was shivering as well.

I paced around the room, too anxious to sit.

My hands covered my eyes, trying to make myself in a better place.

The whole atmosphere in general was bitter.

"You might want to sit down, you're going to be tired after walking in circles like that," The boy advised.

"I can't, I'm just so scared that I can't even sit still," I shivered.

"I see. Maybe you should ask a nurse how he's doing," The blonde suggested.

"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged.

I walked over to the secretary who was at her computer.

"Excuse me," I got her attention.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there," The lady apologized, "How May I help you?"

"It's alright, I was wondering how my boyfriend was doing, in surgery," I asked.

"Name?" She asked.

"Dice."

The lady typed it in and clicked on something.

"He's still in surgery...what exactly happened? I may be able to estimate how long he'll be in the ER," The lady tapped her finger to her chin.

My stomach twisted as I relieved the moment.

"Ma'am are you alright?"

I snapped back in reality.

"He was sh-shot," I stuttered.

'Don't cry, Don't cry, Don't cry, not in front of her..' I told my self.

"Oh! Oh my..I am so sorry," She apologizes again.

She walked around the desk and opened up her eyes.

"May I?"

I nodded and she wrapped her arms around me, trying to comfort me.

I couldn't help but cry.

The love of my life was about to die.

"I honestly feel your pain.." The lady murmured.

"Hm?" I hummed as I wiped my eyes.

"My husband, Anthony died that way. He was on a train that got hijacked by terrorists, and he was a hostage. They killed him for trying to save a pregnant woman, who survived. Anthony was a wonderful man, and let that women and her child live another day," The secretary had to lift her glasses to wipe her eyes as well.

"I'm sorry," I felt sorry for her, "He sounded like a great person."

This is when I got a good look at the lady.

She had short ginger hair, cut to her neck.

Her glasses were baby blue, with beads that went behind her head.