It was a well known fact that Kevin Price easily lost his temper and that he was the master of overreacting.
But today, he had every reason to be overreacting.
Kevin ran as fast as he could, only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a green hoodie. He usually wasn't a person who would leave the house looking like that, he didn't even shave yet.
Today was his day off so he didn't had to leave the house yet and spended the day relaxing on the couch.
Until his phone rang.
And now he was running through the streets of New York City, looking like he just fell out of bed and nearly knocking every person down who crossed his way.
Kevin didn't even knew anymore who told him and he didn't care about that.
The only thing that mattered now was to reach the hospital as soon as possible.
After the reached the hospital, almost yelled at the receptionist and getting scolded for running in the hall way several times, he finally found the right room.
He bursted into the room, not even thinking about knocking, panting, sweat running down his face, his hair now a complete mess.
He rushed at the side of the bed, taking the hand of the man laying on it in his.
"Gosh, Connor, What…", he panted between deep breaths, not really able to get a whole sentence together.
Connor looked up at his boyfriend. The older man was clearly exhausted, his eyes were still red from crying, a huge bruise on his forehead. He just looked tired.
" I tripped and fell off the stage.", he said, his voice exhausted and thick.
He paused, taking a deep breath, tears welling up in his eyes again.
"I had a unlucky fall and a tendon in my left knee ripped. I have to get surgery and the chances are high that I…I…"
Connor started sobbing uncontrollably, burying his face in Kevins chest as he wrapped his arms around him, caressing the back of his head.
"The doctor said it looks like I can never dance again.", he sobbed into his boyfriends chest.
Kevin pressed his boyfriend close to him as tears started streaming down his face as well.
He hated seeing him like this and the bad news broke his heart.
He knew how much dancing meant to him and the possibility that he will never ever see Connor shine on stage anymore, was something he couldn't take.
The true, honest and warm smile, that certain sparkle in his eyes and the way his body moved to the music was something that always made Kevin feel so proud, so warm.
The thought of never seeing Connor as happy when he was dancing, floating on the music, was just too much.
"Everything will be alright, you hear me? You're strong.", he whispered into his ear.
Connor pressed himself closer to Kevin, holding on his clothes as if he would die if Kevin would let him go.
Kevin took Connors face into his hands, forcing him to look in his eyes.
"You heard me, Connor? You will be fine. I'll make sure of that."
Kevin said in a strong voice. Almost strong enough to make him believe it himself.
Connor just nodded his head, grateful for every kiss the brunette pressed onto his lips.