(Note: Listen to Porcelain by Marianas Trench. For reasons.)
"He's gone," the doctor said queitly.
Too quietly. It was as if she was afraid to say it aloud. Afraid to break the thin sheet of hope blanketing the room.
"No he's not," Reed responded quietly. "Your machine isn't working. Check it again."
" , I'm sorry-"
"Check it again."
The doctor froze, glancing at Shane for help. The elder man sat crumpled on the ground in the corner of the room. He seemed unaware of the large gash above his right eye where his head had hit the steering wheel. Shane wouldn't meet the doctor's eyes. His haunted gaze remained fixed on his little angel.
The doctor approached Reed, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
" , I know this is a bit of a shock but I need you to understand. There;s nothing that can be done. He's gone."
Reed stared up at her as the panic began to settle in. He felt Shane's arm wrap around his waist.
"Let go of me!" Reed yelled. He violently pushed Shane away, turning to the still figure on the bed. He approached causiously. Eyes wide. Fingers trembling. Lucas really did look like an angel.
"Come on, love. Breathe for daddy," Reed whispered. "Just breathe." He brushed the soft curls from his son's face. He ignored the dark bruises and raw cuts that marked the flawless skin. He heard Shane take a deep shuddering breath behind him. It seemed to pass through the both of them.
Shane's arms folded around him once more. This time Reed didnt fight it. He sank deep into him, losing himself completely. He let out a broken sob as his legs gave way beneath him. Shane caught him easily.
"I'm so sorry, Reed. I'm so sorry," Shane breathed into his husband's hair. His voice was easily drowned out by the scream that escaped Reed's lips. It was a horrifying sound. One that spoke of unspeakably pain. He was so far gone.
Shane clung to Reed tightly, struggling to breathe for the both of them.