Roadtrip Oneshots

Robbie, Pulmonary Embolism

I hope this is what you wanted xx

But again, there's death in this chapter, a fair warning. And I know that recently my Oneshots have been a bit dark, or sad, but I'm going to make them a bit lighter from here on out. xx
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Rye

A tear rolled down my cheek as I helped to carry the casket into the room, and I tried to keep myself upright.

When in reality, all I wanted to do was let it crush me to the floor. Let the guilt take me away.

Why the hell didn't I listen to him when he told me something was wrong?

Once the casket was down I joined my mother and two little brothers in the front row, my dad trailing behind me.

All the boys then walked, heads down, into the row behind us. I saw that Brooklyn was crying, and I saw Mikey wrap an arm around him. Jack stayed passive and devoid of anything. Andy's lip was trembling.

My mum put a hand on my shoulder, squeezed it. I covered her hand with mine.

Why didn't I think?

***

As was usual, myself and Robbie had gone out for our daily morning run, and as usual he was slower than me; something that I ripped into him for on a daily basis.

We were about halfway done, and Robbie had already slowed me down far too much... I was getting irritated with him. If he didn't want to go on a run, why didn't he just say so?

"Rye... Rye I need to stop for a bit." Robbie said from behind me.

I groaned in frustration, but stopped anyway.

"Robbie, we should've been home twenty minutes ago, and we're not even halfway done." I inhaled deeply, arms crossed as I kept my breathing regulated.

He just put one hand up to tell me to stop, nearly bent in half, other hand on his knee. I could hear his heavy breathing from where I was stood.

"Look, if you're not feeling well why didn't you just stay back at the house?" I asked.

"I was fine when we left." He hissed, rubbing his chest. "My chest really hurts."

I laughed. "I think what you've got there mate is a stitch."

"Oh shut up." Robbie exclaimed, stood up straight.

I didn't see the paleness to his face... I should have done so. But I was too engrossed in my glee.

"Come on, let's carry on."

I started to run, checking periodically over my shoulder to make sure that Robbie was still following me. He was, but I sighed in frustration again when he started to lag behind. I slowed down a bit, and I wished in that moment that Robbie had stayed at home.

"Rye!" He called, panicked. His voice sounded strangled.

"What?" I yelled, and I stomped back to him.

And then I saw what was happening.

He was holding onto the fence to keep himself upright.

"Rob?" I asked cautiously when I realised how out of breath he was. His hand rubbed his chest again, and I bit my lip. "Does it still hurt?"

He nodded, too breathless to answer, and he groaned; the noise was prolonged and became more guttural. He was pale and sweaty... the sweat was understandable, but the paleness... I had no answer for it.