My Sunset

Steve Buscmei x Danny Devito

Danny's POV

I watched as Steve at the mac and cheese I cooked for him. He seemed to really be enjoying himself and that's all that mattered to me. He looked up and smiled at me until a horrified look came to his face. His eyes rolled back in his head, he grabbed at his chest and collapsed onto the ground.

"Steve? Steve, oh my god!" I screamed as Steve violently shook on the ground. A seizure. My boyfriend was having a seizure. God, what do I do? What am I supposed to do? Think Danny, think. Check the time. Time it. I looked at my watch, 7:45. I gently pushed him to his side and laid a dishcloth under his head. I dialed 911.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"Hi, m-my uh boyfriend is having a seizure, I don't know what to do, please help me. Please."

"Alright sir, can you give us your address? We'll send help right away."

"1156 Durban Lane. Thank you so much." I hung up the phone and waited. Three minutes had passed and Steve finally stopped. He may unconscious on the ground. I began to quietly sob. I cried until red and blue flashing lights shone through the window. I ran to meet the paramedics.

"Where is he sir?"

"The kitchen f-floor, this way. He seized for three minutes." I led the paramedics to Steve and a team of them lifted him onto a gurney.

"He'll be ok. We're going to have to take him to the hospital. Are you his brother?"

"N-no, I'm his boyfriend."

"Alright. You should come with him so he'll have someone to wake up to."

"Of c-course."  I stuttered anxiously and followed the team of paramedics as they wheeled my Steve into an ambulance. They gave him an oxygen mask and stuck a needle with a tube attached to it in his arm. They showed me where I could sit close to him and I held his hands. He breathed raggedly and unevenly.

"Your name sir?"

"Danny Devito."

"And the patients name?"

"Steve Buscemi."

"Alright Danny, we'll have Steve better in no time." The paramedic placed a hand soothingly on my back. I couldn't bear to see him like this. We drove all the way to the hospital. Teams of paramedics lined up and rolled Steve into the building.

"61 year old male, just suffered from a seizure." One doctor yelled. I nervously followed the gurney carrying Steve into a hospital room. A female doctor came and gave him a routine check up.

"Looks like the cause of the seizure was extreme emotional stress. Any idea what that stress was sir?" The woman asked.

"He started his first day as a fire fighter. He was very... very excited." I shuddered. She nodded.

"That would do it. Too much excitement for a man of his age can cause them. We'll keep him under observation for the night sir, you're welcome to stay." She said to me. I scooted up a chair and sat close to Steve's bed. I folded my arms on the side of the bed and lay my head on them. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of Steve's ragged breathing ease me into sleep. I awoke to the sound of beeping and doctors rushing to Steve's side.

"Oh my god, he's hemorrhaging. Book and OR, now!" A doctor screamed.

"Steve? Baby? What's happening? Someone tell me what the hell is happening to him!" I demanded but no one gave me an answer.

"Sir, he needs to go into surgery right now, we have to ask you to sign this consent form to save your boyfriend's life." A red headed male doctor asked me. He held out a clipboard with a form attached to it and a pen. I signed the form instantly and off they went. I tried following Steve through these big doors but I wasn't allowed to go back there. I waited and waited for nearly 6 hours. I dozed off for a couple of minutes before another doctor approached me.

"Sir, your partner's brain began to swell quickly. We got most of the swelling down but unfortunately he's now in a coma. We're not exactly sure what caused him to go into a coma and we don't know when or if he'll wake up. I'm so sorry."

"M-my, my Steve, a-a coma? No. That's not right. This isn't happening," I laughed nervously as tears began to pour out of my face. "No. This isn't real, that isn't my Steve." I cried. The doctor continued apologizing as I collapsed into sobs on the floor. What if he never wakes up? I'll never see his eyes again. I'll never feel his touch again. Never hear him laugh again. I'll never wake up to see him smiling at me again. I might never see my Steve ever again. My shoulders shook and I cried. I cried long and hard.

"Would you like to see him sir?" A nurse questioned me. I sniffled and cleared my throat. All I could do was nod. The shock took my ability to speak completely. I followed the nurse to a room and I braced myself for what I was about to witness. I walked in and studied the man on the bed hooked up to all kinds of machines with tubes running in and out of him. Beeps and whirring drowned out all others sounds. I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming. I wanted to so bad.

"C-can he still hear me?" I asked the nurse at the door.

"No one knows for sure. Sometimes it helps to talk to them anyways." The nurse pulled up a chair and gestured for me to sit next to his bedside. I sat and she left the room. I ran my shaking fingers through my hair and sighed.

"I'm sorry Steve," I started to cry again. I smoothed Steve's hair out of his face gently and took his hand in mine. "I'm so sorry babe."