The Art of Dancing in the Rain (boyxboy)

Warmth

"B— Boston," Ollie stuttered into the phone. In seconds, Boston was on his toes at the straight of Ollie's voice. He was either crying or struggling to breath, both worrying. "I— I couldn't find Zoe. I'm all alone. I couldn't make enough money on my own. I came to you, but I— I was scared to knock on the door or bother you. So I'm here at your door. I'm— I'm sorry if this is really weird, just please don't leave me too." He was wheezing in between words.

     He rambled until Boston was able to make it downstairs and open the door to find himself on the receiving end of what had just happened a couple nights prior. They were stood in the doorway while it rained mercilessly outside. Unlike the first time, however, his first response was to pull the shaking boy into the warmth of the house.

     Ollie was visibly unable to breath properly, his cheeks were tear stained, his whole face was terribly pale, and his whole body held a vicious tremor. It was a terrifying sight.

     "Jax! Cal! Little help!" He yelled with his head only tilted slightly towards the staircase, as if that movement would send the sound up better.

     Accustomed to Boston's methods of getting their attention, they came running down in just seconds. They froze when they saw Ollie's figure, looking even smaller than it usually did. Jazzy couldn't help her concerned gasp at the gauntly boy. This had all happened over the span of just two days? It defiantly wasn't the best first impression on the two girls. But just as if her were their own brother, they swooped in to help.

     "I think first we should get him up the stairs and get some dry clothes on him first," Calypso asserted calmly, kindly.

     "And then of course we have to take him to the doctor. This looks kind of like pneumonia, and if it is, it could be really serious," Jazzy added.

     The triplets nodded and Boston instantly picked Ollie up and propped him on his hip like a mother would a toddler. He was way to light, Boston noticed grimly. He couldn't tell if it was because he was naturally small in stature or if he may have had an eating problem. Being a dancer, he was not ignorant to those issues.

     So they ran upstairs and decided to go to Boston's room. They quickly gathered clothes, Jazzy finding a plain blue tee shirt for him from her room since Boston's were so big. Calypso found black draw string sweatpants, conveniently Ollie's size in men's. Cal shrugged with a simple, "bigger pockets."

     It was getting harder and harder for Ollie to breath. He felt he really needed to voice this but he could manage very little through his heavy panting. When they asked if he could get the clothes on he had managed a nod and they stepped out.

     It was painful trying to get the clothes on. With every breath it felt as if he were being stabbed in the lungs. While trying to move through his fatigue to work the clothes on and off, he found it increasingly hard to keep his eyes open and his body steady. Eventually, he got all the clothes on.

     "I'm— I'm done," he croaked, only just loud enough for them to hear. They came running in after him. "I— I can't breath. It hurts," he gasped out with fresh tears starting to pour from his eyes. Not only could he not breath, when he managed a breath, it hurt.

     He began coughing, which made him inhale sharply, which sent a ripping feeling through his chest. Boston swept him up hastily and they all made their way to him car, umbrellas in hand. Jazzy got half soaked trying to keep Ollie under her umbrella.

     "You guys don't have to come now. I'll tell you what happens," Boston told them identical girls standing by the car, watching as he lay the strawberry blonde into the backseat. They nodded solemnly in understanding and made their way back to the house door while he got into the drivers seat.

     The ride there was full of Ollie crying and saying how it hurt through his painful breathing. The coughing was getting worse by the second. Boston was just happy they lived relatively closed to the hospital.

     Once inside, Boston did his best to get Ollie signed in. He was an adult, though barely, so he didn't need any guardian convent, but Boston simply did not know all of the questions and had to try to coax the answers out of Ollie. He began getting frustrated because they were sitting surrounded by doctors and help for this boy who was so clearly in excruciating pain, but nobody would help until he got this long ass paper filled out completely.

     He stormed up to the desk once Ollie fell into another coughing fit and Boston just couldn't watch any longer.

     "I can fill these papers out while he is in there. For right now, I can see that every time he tries to inhale he. Can. Not. He's been crying and screaming the entire way here while all I could do was promise that when we arrived it would all be okay. Does he look okay?" He got close to yelling at the desk attendant, punctuating his speech with a thumb jab in the huddled, shaking frame's direction.

     The desk worker didn't even bat an eyelash, but she complied none the less. Had their been more important cases there, she surly wouldn't have allowed them to go ahead and receive help, but there were few other people in the emergency waiting room, and not a single one was looking as bad as Ollie was. Just as a nurse arrived to collect him, he began to tumble to the side of his chair, his lack of air finally knocking him out. The nurse looks quite startled by this, as well as Boston. Even the desk worker looked a little guilty for not bringing help straight away.

     Because of his small blackout, they had to lift him onto a gurney. They were shouting about running tests while Boston could only stare as they whisked him away. He heard a cold voice and turned back around with a hand running through his hair.

     "Feel free to move along to the family waiting room," the desk woman said, pointing to a nearby hallway. "Three doors down. Has a sign."

     Boston took a seat in the waiting room and sent a quick text to the girls about the testing. It took a while, not too awfully long, for a nurse to come in and update him.

     "Are you here for Ollie Lovell (Lu-vel)?" The man asked quietly. Only then did Boston realize that Ollie had told him his last name to write on the forms. He was too caught up in the moment to notice that this was new news. That name sounded familiar.

     "Uh, yeah," Boston confirmed with a small nod. The nurse smiled at him warmly and beaconed him closer. He moved until he was stood in front of the tall man.

     "Pneumonia. Now what's unusual is that it is extremely severe pneumonia. That's usually not saw in kids your ages. We're afraid we're going to have to keep him here for a few days to properly treat it. We've already let him know. He isn't taking it to well you may see him now, maybe try to calm him down," the nurse finished without ever faltering in his smile.

     Boston was led to Ollie's room and the older found himself chewing his nail on the way there. They said we wasn't taking the news well, and Boston could only wonder what that meant until he walked in. Tears. It meant absolute hysterics and tears. The doctors seemed to be restraining his arms to prevent him from ripping out an IV or the oxygen tubes in his nose.

     "Boston! Boston, please! I can't do this!" Ollie screamed when he saw him come through the door. Boston ran over to him and enveloped him in a hug. Ollie rapped his arms around Boston's back in response and pulled him as close as he could. He squeezed him as if by bringing just one person close enough, he'd be able to feel less alone. He couldn't seem to pull the larger boy close enough. His fists were grasping Boston's polyester tee shirt in a death grip. He was so scared. Boston could only let Ollie squeeze him as hard as he needed and be there best he could.

     "I don't have any money or- or- or h— health insurance! I can't do this!" Ollie sobbed, looking like he just wanted to be put out of his misery.

     "Don't you worry your pretty little head about any of that," Boston whispered in his ear. With that, they jabbed Ollie with a sedative and he was out like a light.