Little deaths (ryden fanfic)

Chapter 21

So I'm listening to Northern Downpour while writing this so its gunna be sad...

Brendon's PoV

Ryan's been in surgery for 8 hours, 51 minutes and 5 seconds. Six. Seven. Eight.

It's tearing me apart. My love has gone and may never return.

I have been crying. I'm not even ashamed. He's all I've got.

If he goes, I go. I've made my decision. He's my one and lonely. The only thing I've got.

I can't take this. It's been nine hours!!! Where is he?

I shouldn't have asked that.

They wheel a sleeping Ryan into the room and my eyes perk up. I look at a young nurse with a hopeful expression on my face. She shakes her head,

"I'm so sorry. But your boyfriend's in a coma." She said.

Then I started screaming. It wasn't loud. It was an internal scream. My insides wanted out.

Ryan might not wake up.

What will I do without him.

The doctors finish setting up his IV and hospital bed then leave. The kind nurse stays. She rubs my shoulders as I watch my tears pool on the floor. Almost like rain. The heaviest rain I've ever seen.

A downpour.

I start to approach Ryan's bed when the tears have slowed. I take his pale, long hand in mine and rub my thumb over it. My boy.

He's broken. He's beaten. There's a neat scar that has been bandaged just beside his eye. There's an IV in his arm. There's just about a heart beating in his chest.

My boy.

"He can here you, you know," the friendly nurse said. I nodded and pulled out my book. I opened it to page one,

"Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, we're proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much..." I began. I read to him. Page after page.

The tears stopped coming at around chapter 4.

I didn't let go of Ryan's hand. Not once. I held onto my boy like there was nothing more important.

I kept reading, steady and calm. It relaxes us both.

I didn't once stop. Not for food. Not for sleep.

I kept reading.

Hours stretched into days and soon I was on book six.

I kept reading.

My boy. My perfect angel. My sweet, sweet boyfriend. Possibly never returning.

I kept reading.

It was on chapter 15 of book six that things for bad.

Ryan's heart failed. I watched them shock him.

Don't go. You promised. Don't go. Please.

I hadn't realised I was speaking out loud. I didn't care. Three shocks,

"Don't go. You promised. Don't go. Please.Don't go. You promised. Don't go. Please.Don't go. You promised. Don't go. Please. Please Ryan, please." I cried and cried.

He couldn't, wouldn't, won't leave me. I need him.

He's the moon to my sun. He's the gravity holding Mr here.

Six shocks.

"Wake up Ryan. Wake up. Please. I need you." I whisper to no one.

Eight shocks.

Heart beat.

I start crying again. I rush to his side. Holding his hand once again. My boy.

I continue reading.

Days fall into weeks. Two to be exact. I had read him all the Harry Potter's and The Lord Of The Rings by this point.

I need him to come back,

"Please Ryan. Come back to me. I need you. I can't do this alone. Come back. Don't leave me."