Once in a Lifetime - Mavin Fanfic

Part 11

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Gavin

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I kept reciting the speech that I had to apologize to Michael as I waited at the door. I knew I couldn't mess this up, I care about Michael to much for this to happen to him. I could hear soft footsteps echoing around the other side of the door, slowly getting closer every second. Tears started to swell up in my eyes, just remembering what I have done to him. I clutched the flowers against my chest to try and keep my breathing steady. I rolled my shoulders, attempting to try and relax my body. It did not work. I sighed, looking at the floor. The door slowly opened, brown hazel eyes peered out. I heard a small sniffle before he fully opened the door. He looked at me quietly, almost as if he didn't notice I was there. Then I noticed.

Blood covered his entire right waist, trickling down his leg. His shorts stained with a deep red color. It looked fresh. I saw him prop himself up against the door. This explains why it took a while for him to reach the door. My entire speech ran from my head when I first spoke.

"Michael what the fuck happened to you?" I could hear my voice shaking as I tried to hold back the tears from seeing him in this state.

"I... You.... hm... why..." He mumbled words that I couldn't put together. His face looked even more pale than usual as I could hear him clutch onto the frame harder. He lost his grip while adjusting, crashing to the floor. I heard a loud, painful scream echo from his voice. I let out a tear and bent down to him, scooping him up with my bare hands. He curled into a ball the second I touched him, but relaxed a bit once I lifted him off of the floor. He loudly moaned as I applied pressure to his wound with my hand. The constant stream of red sludge worried me as Michael quietly shook in my arms. I pressed my forehead against his "I promise I'll always protect you", as I kissed his cheek softly, tasting the salty remains of tears. I grabbed Michael's phone for him that was on the table, just incase he wanted it.

Michael lived close to the hospital, so calling 911 was pretty much pointless, and a cab was out of the question as I saw the mess that began to cover my body. I decided to run. It would only take about 10 minutes if I sprinted. Each stride I took I looked at Michael. I tried to talk to him, as he moved and squirmed every so often. I told him about my speech I planned, and told him how sorry I was about everything that happened. I knew he wouldn't remember, but that didn't matter. I wanted him to at least hear what I had planned.

When we arrived at the hospital, I directed myself to the emergency room. I heard gasps from everyone inside as I busted into the room, slamming my back against the glass doors to open them wide enough. The nurse ran over immediately with a stretcher, and I placed him down.

As I checked in at the desk, the flood of questions poured on me from the Lady who was working.

"How long was he like this?"

"When did you find him?"

"What is his age?"

"Does he have any close family members living here?"

"Is he allergic to any medication?"

I tried to answer the best I could, but I was more worried about Michael than silly papers. I looked around, Michael was nowhere to be found. I looked back at the lady at the desk, showing a concerned look on my face.

"Relax," she said, " They just need to change him quickly. I only have one more question and you can go be with him." I nodded my head. She looked down and he chart, "What is your relationship with him?"

I took a breath.

"He's my boyfriend" I smiled, brushing my fingers through my hair.

She filled in the last question. "The nurse is over the with him. Feel free to head over there" She pointed down a hall.

"Thank you" I ran to the hall and caught up with the stretcher. I walked and covered my flush face with my hands, accidentally wiping blood all around my eyes. My vision kept becoming blurry as I walked with the nurse who pushed him. She glanced at me.

"Sir, are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine, just a little stressed that's all" I replied, grabbing onto the cart so I didn't topple over. I looked down at Michael. He was dressed in a light blue robe, the ones that every hospital has. He was holding onto his wound with his left hand, and his right hand stayed limp on the bed. I scooped his hands up with mine and squeezed it softly. I brushed the top of his hand with my thumb. More tears began falling from my eyes. "You're going to be okay," I softly said to him, "I promise."

It has to be okay.

Authors Note~~~

Thank you guys! 2,050 reads as of today. Fucking amazing. I'm writing a chapter tomorrow, which should be posted some time next week if everything works out. My internet has been down for about a week and I have been able to update, but unable to actually write. It should be working now. You guys are amazing!!

Much Love,

Rae