He can hear Alex's heart as it beats beneath the sound of crashing cars, the sirens pour into every street surrounding them, the lights flashing everywhere. He holds his breath as he sees Hamilton's face, stained with spikes of blood. Alex eyes are closed, but he looks peaceful, like he just fell asleep. And he's trapped, trapped by the beauty of Alexander's expression. His sight fades a little, he can't quite focus, everything is blurry and shots of pain go through his spine. He struggles to breath, every breath coming out ragged. His lungs burn, and his throat is sore. He can hear screams at the distance, and hopes that they don't wake Alex up.
What is happening?
What happened?
Bump, bump.
The sound is still present, he can hear it. Alexander's heartbeat.
Bump, bump.
It's faint, but it's there.
Bump, bump.
He can hear just one beat.
Bump, bump.
His.
He passes out.