The Last Minute, My Last Hope

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"Two males, Arran McKenna and Ethan Benjamin both in their early twenties have been hit by oncoming traffic at the Rose junction on 5th Street. One has been severally injured and taken to hospital. We. Will go to Alexan-" The radio trickles out over the static of the waiting room, Arran sits impatiently, his foot tapping the tiles nervously. How could Ethan *his* Ethan get into this state.
" Goddammit Ethan, "Arran mumbles, choking slightly on the sobs dying to escape his lips. He let's out a shaky sigh as he takes in the room, again. The plain dull, light blue walls, and the gray tiling. The rows of uncomfortable black metal chairs. Standard hospital room. 'Ethan always hated the hospital, they'll feel shit when they wake up. *if* they wa-THEY WILL'.
Arran was dragged from his head when a monotone voice called across the deafening room "Family of Mr. Benjamin " Arran scrambled up from his seat over to the plain oak doors. The doctor took a look at Arran, "Family only sir." Arran's eyes dulled at the obviously homophobic doctor, but he was too tired to argue: "I'm his boyfriend. Now can I please see them ?" he said, wincing at the misgendering and venom lacing his voice. The doctor sighed before adjusting his coat, "Fine, follow me."

The echos of the hall were unbearable as Arran walked silently down the hall at the doctors heel. Coming towards door 304. The doctor turned around silently, with a solemn expression. "I am, advising you now sir, what you see what not be your 'friend' or what you are used to seeing him as" Arran Mentally cursed as the doctor continued, for one 'his partner was non-binary, so don't fucking misgender them and secondly they are my partner not a friend so shut up' or that's what he wanted to say as he walked into Ethan's room.
The air was thick enough to cut a knife through.

Arran felt like he had just been punched as all the air left his lungs as he stumbled back into the slightly damp peach wall. Tears starting to well at this eyes, he shook his head lightly as he stepped forward, like he was walking on glass. "Ethan?" The burnette asked as he approached the bedside. Trembling slightly as he clutched onto the bed rails. "He only has a short amount of time due to blood loss, we did try everything we could. But he had lost too much but the time he arrived" The doctor announced.
Arran didn't move, he didn't speak, he didn't breathe for what seemed like hours. "Sir?" the doctor said to Arran, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder. "Don't touch me, " Arran growled before jerking his shoulder back. "You have no right to even be near me after what you have done to my family. No. Right. I loved this human within all my fucking possibility. And you decided to bloody blow it. You ass holes ruined my life. YOU HAVE KILLED MY PARTNER" Arran sobbed as the tears spilled from his eyes, breathing heavily and shaking.
"We understand that this is troubling times sir, but please we must ask that you leave the premises as visiting hours are over." he drawled.
Arran looked at the man in disbelief, his partner was lying there. Dying. And he didn't even get to stay the night. So he kissed Ethan, softly and slowly on his cheek.
"I'll be back tomorrow mi amor, stay alive would you?" Arran tried to joke as he stood up again, his watery laugh and eyes, showing no sign of humour, only a blank canvas, emotionless, numb.