Poisoned

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Craig's POV:

I rushed Monte over to the nearest hospital. Hoping, praying that somehow, by some miracle, he'd be okay.

"HELP!" I screamed as I burst through the hospital doors, a limp, unconscious Monte in my arms. "SOMEBODY HELP HIM!"

"Oh my God." I hear a nurse say as she rushed over to us. Soon enough, doctors and nurses were surrounding us. Monte was ripped from my arms as he was laid down on a stretcher and taken into a room. I tried to follow, but was soon stopped.

"Please, I gotta be with him." I plead, watching my boyfriend being wheeled away.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't go back there yet." A nurse replied, holding me back. What did she know? She's just a fucking nurse. She doesn't know Monte like I do. She doesn't know him at all.

"Please. That's my boyfriend. I gotta be there for him!"

"And you can. You just have to wait until the doctor says it's okay."

"FUCK WHEN HE SAYS IT'S OKAY!" I was desperate now. I needed to be there for Monte. "Please." Tears start to run in rivers down my cheeks. "I gotta see him." The nurse let out a sigh.

"He's gonna be okay." She says, placing a hand on my shoulder shortly before walking away.

"Monte. Please be alive." I whisper, trying not to break down even more.

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"Craig Mabbitt?" A doctor asks, nearly an hour later.

"Yes?" I reply, standing up fast  as the doctor walks towards me. "Is Monte okay?"

"He's suffered some serious poisoning. But he's awake now." I sigh, partly in relief, but mostly out of emotional pain "He's been asking for you. Room two thirteen."

"Thank you." I reply, running past the doctor to go see the love of my life. When I get to Monte's room, I nearly fall to the floor. He's hooked up to all kinds of IVs and an artificial breathing mask. "M-Monte?" I ask, trying to hold on to what little I still had together as much as possible. He looks over to me.

"Hey, Craig." He begins, but I quickly silence him.

"Don't talk, baby." I reply as more tears stream down my cheeks. "Monte, it's gonna be okay." I brush the hair from his eyes, gently stroking his cheek. I know who did this to him. And he's gonna pay.

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