It was a happy night, John smiled and held onto Dave's arm, leaning onto his shoulder. The night had consisted of dinner and a movie, the movie being none other than Nic Cage's new hit movie. They had been dating for about 4 years now, happy as ever. Like any other couple, they had their bickers, but quickly got over it. It was love.
Dave desperately held onto his pokerface, trying not to break down nervously. Putting the arm that John wasn't on in his pocket, he held the box containing the tiny ring that Dave barely managed to afford, since his only job was a fry cook at McDonald's. It had been 4 years. Probably the best 4 years of his ironic life. He wanted to make this guy his, so Vantas and the other dicks couldn't lay their hands on him. He was going to pop the question when they got home, as they were getting ready for bed. He'd take the ring, put it on John's pillow, and wait for Egbert to take the bait. Walking along, he cut into the alleyway.
"Dave, why are we going down the alleyway? The apartment is that way." The dark haired boy pointed down the sidewalk, mentioning down a few blocks to their shared apartment.
"It's quicker to go this way. We'll get there in about 5 minutes, calm down."
As they walked down the dark alleyway, Dave could notice John getting slightly nervous as his grip on the blonde boy's arm got tighter. Dave just took it as John being weak, and continued to stride. He could spot a dark figure outside with them, standing outside of a bar, smoking. He looked drunk. Dave just brushed him off, seeing as they were only 2 blocks from home.
"Dave, something doesn't feel right..."
BANG.
It rang through Dave's ears. It was all he could hear. The body next to him fell, and Dave's knees locked.
"Fags. I can't believe this society even lets their kind live." Dave turned his head, and locked eyes with the drunk man. The man snickered. Pointing the gun towards Dave, he muttered "Have fun living with this." The man flipped the gun around to his head and shot. When we fell to the ground with a loud 'THUMP', Dave broke out of his trance.
Looking to his left, he saw John laying still on the ground. Letting out a choke, he bent on his knees and picked the tiny boy up. He could see a large stain getting larger in his torso, so he tore off the boy's jacket and pulled up his shirt. He nearly choked at the sight.
Blood, tissue, a giant fucking hole, and even more blood. Dave's pokerface broke, and he hugged the boy close to him.
John coughed out some blood, and pulled back, mustering a small, goofy smile for his lover. "What happened to your unbreakable pokerface, Strider?"
Dave choked out a pathetic attempt at a laugh, and brought the small boy in his arms again.
"I'm not going to let you die."
With that, he brought the most precious thing in the world up in his arm, and made a mad dash to the hospital, which was an ironic 5 blocks away.
Bursting in the doors, he screamed out for help. Nurses quickly came to his aid, tearing the boy out of his arms and laying him on a bed and wheeling him out of the room. Of course, he ran after-- But was stopped.
"I'm sorry sir, but are you family?" A male nurse said, he had a rater gruff voice. Dave shook his head, and tried to get around him, he wanted to- no, NEEDED to see John.
"No, I'm his boyfriend, but that's fucking close enough, get out of my way!" He yelled, trying to get through, but he got tugged back by his hood.
"Well I'm sorry son, but I can't let you go then. Policies and stuff. Now if you'll just wait out here-"
"Like FUCK I will! That man in there means the fucking world to me," He pointed to the doors where the nurses had wheeled John away- "And I need to be there to hold his hand because he is so weak that he can't stand up for himself, can't do shit for himself, and that's why he needs me, god damn it."
The man sighed. "I'm sorry, I can't. Now sir, you have to go and sit over there before I have to kick you out for causing a disturbance."
Dave groaned and sat in a chair, taking his head into his hands.
What would he do without John? He meant the world to him. After Bro had died, John was there. When Jade broke up with him, he was there. When he fought with Rose, he was there. John was always there. He couldn't see a world without him.
He sat like that for the next couple of hours, until he fell asleep in the chair.
He was awoken by that fucking nurse that wouldn't let him in.
The nurse looked grave. "Son, your... 'Boyfriend'... His... Wounds were severe," Dave's shot out of his sleepy haze. I'm sorry, he didn't make it." His heart shattered.
"But, we put him in a room. So you could, say goodbye and stuff. I only got you an hour with him, so make it quick." Dave looked at the nurse. Maybe he wasn't that bad... "He's in room 413." [ A/N: HAUSUSHDH I'M SO CREATIVE ]
Dave gave the nurse a nod, and walked over to the elevator.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion. He pressed the button for the fourth floor, got out of the elevator, located room 413, walked in, and saw him laying in a bed.
It wasn't right. It wasn't fucking right. John was supposed to be laughing about how the surgery was weird, and giggling madly because he would overreact to the drugs. He should be saying he'll be getting out of the hospital tomorrow, and say that Dave should go steal some gushers from the hospital cafeteria. He shouldn't be lying there so... So... Lifeless. This wasn't Jonathan Egbert.
He paced over to the body, and took his seat in the chair next to it.
It took around 5.4 seconds for his pokerface to break.
He burst into tears, grabbing onto the boy's hospital gown. He could smell that special smell John always had. It reminded him of blue raspberry jolly ranchers and pine needles. He cried solid for the next half hour, and when his eyes were completely dry, he stood up, and kissed his past lovers forehead. It was inhumanly cold.
Moving like a robot, he took the small box out of his jacket pocket and took out the small ring.
It was a small ring, cheap, but still precious. It had a sliver band and a dark blue jewel, no bigger than a raindrop.
Dave took John's lifeless hand, and placed the ring on John's ring finger. Kissing his hand, Dave wiped his tears and brought the pokerface back, and turned to leave the room.
