love and pain (gay book) Completed

part thirty-two

I opened my eyes to be laying on my sofa. I sat up to see the police on my couch. They looked unease. Like they did something wrong. I rubbed my eyes and touched my head. Then I ran my fingers through my hair. "What happened"? I asked. The police was unsure to tell me. There eyes on me wondering if it was ok to tell me again. Finally, one of the police stood up taking off his hat. "Drake is in the hosptial. He was shot". Said the officer. I was silent with pure horror in my eyes. I cough and stood up. Then the other police stood up. I shook my head with tears in my eyes. "What room? What hosptial"? I asked. "He don't need vistors yet". "Just fucking tell me"! "Room 210. The hosptial is the one a mile from here. Make that right and...".  "I know what your talking about". I snap. I dashed upstairs. I got dress in different clothes. I put on my shoes and headed back downstairs. The police was still there. "What do you want"? I asked. "You can't leave. We have to keep you here". Said the police. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my keys. Then I raced to the back door. As I went out and went around front they was standing there. I hope they knew I'm not scared of them. I ran around them going down the road. I didn't look back to see what they was doing. Doing that is what slows people down. I was tied as I neared the hosptial. My heart ake in so much pain from lack of breath and energy. I slowed and saw the hosptial ahead. I dashed for the rest of the way. The pain that grip me to slow down and rest. I came in and stopped at the desk. I was so tired. I looked like I needed help. The lady touched me like I was a frog. I looked at her and frown. Then looked away. "Can I help you"? The lady asked. I nod my head and looked at her. My hair wet from sweat. "Yeah. Can I go to room 210"? I asked. "Sure. Go on back. Do you need help sir"? "No. I'm fine". To tell the truth, I'm not fine. I'm tired and week. I walked back looking left to right. Doctors walked past me. And when I came to the room, the door was close. But no one was in there except drake. Seeing him laying still with tubes in his mouth already made me cry. I opened the door and walked in. I made sure i shut the door. I came to his side and grabbed his hand. I never felt it so heavy. So week. So... Un alive. I looked him in the face. Then I touched his face the thought of losing him hurt me so bad. He was perfect. And he will always be my love and pain.