JeffMads Modern AU | Year 1 {Complete}

Homophobes Are Stellar (that was sarcasm)

//A little disclaimer: So basically, in the last chapter notation I sounded like a little bitch, and I apologize. I did some actual frickin research for once and EMT's (at least in America) would never give someone who had hypothermia and was having a panic attack Ketamine. That's fricking wild. Plus he was not going into shock. At least not the medical shock, that's where the body starts shutting down after severe blood loss. So yeah, I was wrong. Also, I can't guarantee that everything in this chapter, or future chapters for that matter, will be medically accurate. So, I'll give you a few options; you can leave, deal with because its a frickin fanfiction about the musical adaptations of the founding fathers for crying out loud, or just do nothing because you also know shit about medical crap. Plus, I know its short. Deal with it. Love y'all tho xoxo Anywho, enjoy lmao (I swear I have a brain,,, )//

I awoke to birds chirping and sunlight dripping in through the blinds, casting a gold glow on the room. It was so cliche, but so nice.

I was alone in the enormous bed, the spot where Thomas had been was cold. 

I shot up. Shit, shit, shit. I rolled out of the bed, slipping on the hardwood floors. 

Thomas. 

I threw open the door to the bedroom. 

Oh, god. 

Oh, thank god. 

Thomas was standing at the oven, flipping pancakes, mumbling along to a song from his earbuds. His back was to me. He danced around, his hair bouncing up and down. He was gorgeous. I think that maybe I loved him. 

Don't! You'll add more weight.

I tried to push back that horrible thought from my mind.

Thomas! Don't move! I'll get a stick or something!

No, I'm just going to move off of it. 

What an awful dream.

Are you sure?!

Nothing bad is going to happen-

I squeezed my eyes shut. That wasn't real. Just a bad dream. A bad dream. 

"You okay, love?" He was looking at me. 

"Yeah... yeah. I'm wonderful." I was more than wonderful. It had seemed so real. 

"So, you up for ice skating today?" He asked. 

"Uh..." Nothing bad is going to happen. "I'd rather not if that's okay." 

"Oh yeah, of course, it is. Don't want to make you do anything that makes you uncomfortable." 

I let out a sigh of relief. 

Thank god. 

The rest of the day was lovely; cuddling, binging tv shows, homecooked meals, making cookies. Perfectly splendid. I smiled as I fell asleep that night.  

***

Beep...beep...beep. 

What the hell? 

I opened my eyes, as any sane person would. There was a lady writing something down on a clipboard. I was lying on my back. 

Shit. 

I was in a hospital. 

Shit, Thomas. 

"Thomas?!" My voice was gross sounding; gravely and uneven. 

"Oh!" The lady said, "you're up and talking. Wonderful. I'm Patsy, I'm one of your nurses. How are you feeling." 

I shook my head. "How's Thomas?" 

"Let's start with you." 

"I'm fine," I lied. My throat felt like I'd swallowed sand and there was heaviness on my chest. I sat up in the bed. 

"How would you rate your pain from 1 to 10? 1 being none at all and 10 like you were dying." 

"2? I dunno. I want to see Thomas." 

"And you will, eventually. We have to make sure you're all right first." She sat down her clipboard on the small table. "What do you remember from this afternoon?" 

"What time is it?" 

"Almost 1 a.m., what do you remember?" 

"I-" Shit. "I remember him falling, then- then it gets a little fuzzy. A woman helped me, uh, Bea? Yeah, Bea. She was nice, but I think I scared her because I was screaming." I shrugged my shoulders. 

"Anything else?" 

"Uh-huh. They said it was a medication to help me calm down, but here I am." I gestured around. 

She nodded. 

"Have you guys called anyone or anything?" I asked. 

"We've called your parents, but they said they can't come down until a few days, which will be unnecessary by then. We've also tried to contact Thomas' parents but there's been no response. Do you happen to know if Thomas has a significant other we could get in contact with? He is of legal age-"

"Yeah, me. I'm his boyfriend." 

"Oh." She was clearly taken aback. "I assumed you two were just friends, and that's what your mother told us." 

I was so done with people's homophobic bullshit.  

"So, is Thomas okay?" 

"I have things to attend to. Why don't you get some rest? Myself or another nurse will be back in an hour, but if you need us before then, press the call button on the wall." She left, flicking the light switch on the way out. 

I was left, alone in the threatening darkness.