Yes. It is.
But I'm just his boyfriend. Nothing special.
;-;
So I'm walking, calling cabs, getting in and waiting for them to speed through traffic and other cars, but they don't.
I haven't told them.
"Hey, can you hurry it up a bit, I'm in a rush."
The driver just nods and then I feel like we're passing the speed limit.
The car ride is intense, having to look from side to side, fearing the speed.
It's drizzling a little right now, and the light water drops and runs down my window, leaving thin streaks on the glass.
Rain is supposed to make you calm, but these droplets on the window are making me wish I had taken a bus. But a man in all black on a bus seems suspicious; so those are the cons of it, too.
We get there in less time than I did before, which helps out.
But I think the driver realizes something is wrong when he sees me leave the car and sneak behind the walls.
I hear a skid as the car gets farther and farther away.
I simply shrug and take a look around.
There are security guards, but they're on the far side of the hospital.
I look at any possible entrances and see one labeled:
D Delivery: 7:30-12:09
I don't wanna know what it means, and I think I'm about to find out anyway.
I slip through the door and find myself in a quite cold room. There are freezers everywhere and the temperature must be at least -7 degrees celsius.
There are body bags scattered on tables, but I try my best to avoid looking.
"Hey, hey what are you doing in this building?"
I hear a voice from across the hall.
"I, um.." I look around, desperate to think of something.
I look at his name tag without him noticing.
"It's alright, Jerry. I'm just checking out the temperature. Some idiot changed it and I was ordered to come here and fix it."
He takes a hard look at me.
"Alright. Good luck with that."
He nods and starts walking away.
I take his name tag out of my pocket. I swiped it off him. Don't think he'll notice for a while.
I put on one of the lab coats on the rack and slip on his ID.
I'd be sure to put on clear glasses that didn't hurt my vision, or I'd be blind in an hour.
Looking through the halls, 910 seems almost impossible to find.
Tons of doctors pass by, non of them even glance at me.
Except for one.
It's a lady and she looks angry.
She comes over to me and takes a long, hard look at me.
I look at her. She's about 5'6, blonde hair, tiny waist, green eyes.
She slaps my face, making it turn. "Oowww!"
I say.
"You said you'd call me!" She stomps off and turns the hall.
I hold my face.
Not sure what that was actually about.
Don't have enough time to find out otherwise.
Now I'm sprinting.
Going past waiting rooms, and many people.
I run past a familiar hall, and go back to it, counting each number on the doors individually, until I see it:
910.
Perfectly placed in the center. I twist the knob, but it's locked.
I take a look at my ID- or Jerry's. And notice a little ring on keys.
One of them might be the one to this door.
I try key after key, and finally stop at the one labeled: Psychopath.
Doesn't describe him at all.
I put it in the lock, and it opens.
I step in, and see Phil, laying on his stomach, pale as ever.
I almost scream, but I try to keep it in as I rush to him.
I shake him, and my touch on his skin makes him wake up.
His skin is cold. Almost like ice.
His eyes open, and they are the palest blue I have ever seen them as. It's like the color has drained from his eyes- and his lips.
They're cool and a very light color.
I peck his lips and they are cold, as well.
But a bit of color starts coming back to his face.
"We have to go, Phil." I say, trying to get him up on his feet.
He nods frantically and we are out of the room in only a few seconds.
We half-run down the halls to get out through the back door.
Once we do, almost all the color comes back to his skin.
I laugh and hold his face in my hands.
He smiles for the first time in a long time.
We make it home, and we walk into my room.
I lay him down, and he almost instantly falls asleep.
I lay right next to him, trying to comfort him, but instead, he comforts me by holding my waist and burying his head in my neck.
Finally, he whispers,
"Thank you is not even enough for all you did."
And that is the only other thing he says for the rest of the night.