oneshots • s.g + c.b

your voice

colby fumbled with his phone, smashing his contacts app, ignoring the blood that smeared over his screen. he leaned against a cold, damp wall, his side bleeding excessively.

he heard the line ring twice, holding his side with his free hand. it was a robbery. the guy stole his wallet and car keys after stabbing him and roughly pushing him to the ground.

"hey colby, what's up?" sam's voice flew through his phones speaker. the pain seemed to dull, his panic and anxiety somehow disappearing within his mind.

"hey.. sam." colby winced as he shifted himself up. he didn't think he was going to make it. if he had known the backstreets of LA were this bad he would've stayed near hollywood boulevard.

"what's going on? you okay?"

".. yeah, i'm fine." colby lied through his teeth. he refused to make sam worry. he wanted what he thinks is his last moment to be happy, a normal conversation that they'd usually have on a friday night.

"are you sure? where are you?" sam sounded concerned and, fuck, that's not what colby wanted.

"i'm just.. chillin in hollywood, um.. i was filming with shea and clarissa." he tried to force the pain away from his voice, keep it free of any distress.

he glanced down at the blood that soaked through his blue shirt, mentally cursing at himself for being so stupid and naive. he should've been safe.

".. okay, are you on your way back? everyone's here for pizza night. i know you already ate, but we still want you here."

colby frowned, looking up as he heaved as quietly as he could. licking his lips nervously, he looked around the alley. "uhm, soon.. i should.. be home soon."

"alright.. seriously, colby, are you okay?"

"can i just.. talk you?" he asked quietly, watching his shaky hand pull away covered in blood. he felt the tears fall one by one, but he refused to sob.

"of course? i'm your best friend. you can talk to me about anything."

"sam, i love you."

"what?"

"sam, i-i love you." he bit his tongue to hold back his whimper of pain. sam's voice could only keep the pain at bay for so long.

"colby, come back to my apartment. i wanna talk about this in person."

"i can't do that, sam." he slipped, making a grunt of pain.

"what are you talking about? where are you? colby-"

"sam, i can't come back to the apartments-"

"why not? colby, tell me where you are!"

"sam, please! i just.. i wanna hear your voice one more time."

"what are you talking about?!" sam was yelling frantically now, he could hear muffled voices in the background. sam was looking for his keys. "tell me where you are, now!"

"sam.. say it back.. say you love me too.." colby begged, noticing the tremble in his tone.

"of course i fucking love you too- what are you doing in the backstreets! we have location share, colby- i'm coming to get you."

colby smiled softly, laughing ironically. "thank you, sam. for everything you've given me in life."

"shut the hell up," a car door closed, jakes mumbled voice was in the background. "i'm coming to get you, colby, please. you're scaring me-"

"i love you, sam." he said it again. a confirmation of his feelings.

"fuck, i love you too, colby. please keep talking to me-"

".. 'm tired, sammy. i'm sorry."

"colby, colby, no! stay awake!"

"i just wanted to hear your voice.. one last time.. makes me happy."

"colby?" there was no response as the phone clattered to the cold street ground. "colby!"

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