Falsettos Oneshots

Where's Whizzer//Homosexuals

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Marvin had gotten home early after an incident at his work that involved an idiot and a paper shredder (god, how excited Marvin was to tell Whizzer that story). It had started raining around seven, and Whizzer absolutely hated rain. He would normally call Marvin to pick him up around nine, when he got out of work- so you can imagine Marvin's anxiety when the clock read ten fifteen and he hadn't gotten a word from Whizzer. Every time he tried to call him, it went straight to voicemail, and Whizzer's boss said he was no longer at work.

Basically, Marvin was worried shitless. He had ideas of where Whizzer could be, but the man would have at least shot him a text, or called him, or- well, anything. But here Marvin was, sitting on the couch with a frown and his phone sitting on his lap. He watched the clock strike eleven, then twelve, and then one. Nothing from Whizzer.

Marvin felt as if he was going crazy. The rain outside seemed to taunt him, trying to hit itself on his window as hard as it could to try and make him flinch. Of course this wasn't true, but Marvin was so worried that almost anything seemed as if it could make sense. Hell, somebody could tell him that his lover had been abducted by aliens and he'd might as well believe it.

Except, he didn't believe it, when Whizzer stumbled through the door, blood crusting his face and his hands and leaking through his shirt. He looked up at Marvin, tears in his eyes, just before crashing to the ground with a loud bang. Marvin quickly shot up, bringing his phone with him, and rushing over to Whizzer. He kneeled down next to him, dialing 911.

"What happened, Whiz?" Marvin asked quickly, holding his lover's face with his free hand, but Whizzer had already (hopefully) passed out. Marvin. Cursed under his breath, tears making their way into his eyes. He wiped them away, listening as the phone made a loud click.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My boyfriend, he... he's been shot. Or at least, it seems as if he's been shot, I wasn't there when it happened, he just stumbled in and fell to the ground and he's covered in blood and oh my god-"

"I'm sorry, Sir, this must be a difficult time for you. Can I have your area code?" Marvin nodded, knowing full well that the woman on the other line couldn't see him.

"Uh, 19814." He said quickly. His heart was racing in his chest, shooting pure adrenaline through every single one of his veins, and he held back a sob.

"Good. Okay, is he with you?" The woman asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, good. Can you check his pulse?"

"Yeah. Um, yeah, I can." He said, gulping and pressing his fingers against Whizzer's neck. Yes, there was still a pulse. It was slow, but it was still there. "He has a pulse. He's still breathing."

"Good. That's good, you're doing great. Can I have your address?" The woman asked, and Marvin couldn't help but roll his eyes at the way she was talking to him. Marvin gave her the address, and she told him to hang tight and that the ambulance was on it's way before ending the call.

Now, it was just Marvin and Whizzer. Except, Whizzer was bleeding out and quite possibly dying. The wound was somewhere around the man's stomach, but with his shirt all covered in blood, Marvin couldn't see exactly where it was.

"Hold on, baby. You'll be okay." Marvin whispered, stroking Whizzer's cheek with his thumb. "Everything will be alright." He could hear the sirens getting closer and closer outside. Soon, the paramedics came into the house, and Marvin almost gagged as they loaded Whizzer into the ambulance. They said he was able to ride with him, but he refused- the sight of his boyfriend on a stretcher felt like a stab to the chest.

The rain soaked him as he watched the ambulance leave, the only light on the street coming from the sirens and the ever so dim streetlights. It was an eerie sight. Usually, on days like these, they'd cuddle up with cups of tea and watch crappy movies. Sometimes they'd invite Charlotte and Cordelia over, but mostly it was just them.

Marvin shakily inhaled, opening the door to his car and carefully lifting himself onto the seat. Once he was in the car, though, the situation finally hit him, and every part of his body began to shake. His breathing came heavy and fast, and tears spilled quickly down his cheeks no matter how many times he blinked or wiped his eyes.

He couldn't lose Whizzer. He just couldn't.

With one last deep breath, he jammed the keys into the slot and turned them, biting his lip as the engine roared to life. As he backed out of the driveway, he did something he hadn't done in a long, long time.

He prayed.