Just Another Romance (A Gay Furry Story)(COMPLETED)

No Consolation

Ryan

The ambulance comes a few minutes after I make the call. I can't do much, they said, other than lay him on his side so then he doesn't choke on anything.

Fuck...

As I watch Mitchell convulse on my bed, I can only think about how it led all up to this. I just... was sleeping, and he rolled over on me, and I told him to go back on his side of the bed, and I looked over at him and he was just shaking... God... Breathe in, it's okay.

"Please be okay," I whisper again, hoping that he can hear me. I can't even touch him, I'm too scared to even do anything else, because what if he dies too? What if I do something that fucks up whether or not he'll be fine?

God...

A knock at the apartment door sounds, and I sit up. I know I can't do anything to help Mitchell, so I open up the door. It's the EMT workers, thank God.

They start asking me where he is, and what condition he's in, but I can just point to our bedroom. I just... I'm too stressed out to think straight. The workers set up a stretcher for him, and they somehow work him up and out of the bed while he's still convulsing.

And I just stand there, off to the side, scared and not knowing what to do.

As they roll the stretcher out, I start walking behind them, asking all the questions I had stuck in my mind. "Is he okay? Where are you taking him? Can I go with him? Is he gonna be okay?"

"Sir," one of the workers plainly says when we reach the door. "Only close family can accompany the patient to the closest possible health station."

"What... no!" I say, worry working into my voice. "I'm his boyfriend, we live together!"

Nothing. They squeeze the stretcher out into the hallway, and I go to chase after them, only to remember I have only underwear on. So I throw on the closest clothes I can find and run downstairs as fast as I can.

But I can't find them. They're not in the lobby, or in the parking lot... I even ask the man at the front desk if he's seen them, and he says they did but he didn't know where they went.

My anxiety's going up.

"Fuck!" I yell, and the urge to punch the closest wall flares in my body.

I run back to my room and grab my car keys, and run back to my car. As I'm starting it up, my eyes watch over the road, looking for a stray ambulance.

"Shit... I'll just have to find him, then." The car finally cranks up, and I reverse out of my parking spot with ease. I haven't fully gotten used to where everything is here in the city, so I can't help that I drive a bit slower as I look at every building I pass by.

I'm scared...

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The first hospital doesn't even know who they're even tending to at the moment. Apparently the secretary there doesn't keep up with the patient list like they're supposed to, so it's hell trying to see if he's there. And he's not, of course.

The second denies the fact that Mitchell even exists.

The third tries to make up an excuse as for why they do not, in any way, shape, or form, interact with wolves.

I don't know how much longer I can hold onto my sanity, because all of my stress is threatening to come out. As I pull into a fourth hospital, I have to take a moment and breathe.

"It's okay... Mitchell's gonna be okay..." I tell myself through shaky breaths. My hands are on the steering wheel, gripped tight, and fear riddles my nerves. "He's safe, alright? He's just having a... a seizure, but it's fine, he'll be okay..."