I don't think this is one of my better ideas, but i'll wait and see what you think. . . Enjoy! (Hopefully)
"Why did you do that?" The chocolate lab asked his motionless form of his mate. "I mean, I know why. I just wish you hadn't." Zuma didn't expect a response from the hospital bed, but he couldn't help ask the question anyway. Rocky had come out of surgery a few hours ago and the doctor said there had been no complications, but that didn't mean Zuma wasn't worried.
Only six hours earlier, Rocky had been by his side as they were walking home from the beach. . .
"Ryder's going to be so mad at us when we get back to the lookout," Rocky said worried.
"Chill dude," His mate said nuzzling him.
Chill is exactly what the mix-breed did, giving Zuma the cold shoulder. "We should have been back almost an hour ago."
"So, we both got a little distracted." The lab smiled and waggled his eyebrows.
Rocky was not amused.
"Sorry, dude." The lab looked at the ground, "But you know how much I love the beach at sunset. . . Besides, weren't you the one who was going to call Ryder?" Now, he raised an eyebrow.
Before the mix-breed could respond, the pups heard scuffling, and shouting in a nearby alleyway.
"Hey!" A familiar voice said. "Let me go!"
The two pups locked eyes, recognizing the voice at the same time. "Alex!" They yelled running into the ally, stopping at the mouth. They saw two figures not ten feet in front of them. The taller one was trying to force the shorter one, clearly Alex, onto a nearby van.
"You heard the kid," Rocky growled, "let him go!" Then, the pups ran toward the humans at full speed with teeth bared. This distracted the kidnapper long enough for Alex to get the upper hand by kicking the man in the knee, making him yelp, and running to the mouth of the ally as fast as his eight year old legs could take him.
"Alex, go to the Lookout now and get Ryder!" Zuma yelled as the boy ran off.
A split second later, the mix-breed jumped at the kidnapper. Unfortunately, the man was ready and very angry that his prize got away. He pulled a gun and shot at the mix-breed before the gun was knocked out of his hand as both pup and man hit the ground. Rocky fell limp to the side of the man revealing blood all over the blue-grey fur on his chest.
Enraged by what he saw, the lab pounced on the man before he could retrieve his gun. As he sat on the man's chest, he heard his leader's voice at the end of the ally. "You better be glad my owners here, if he wasn't you would never have gotten out of this alive."
Removing the bullets form the mix-breeds chest hadn't been easy, but Rocky had pulled through just fine. The doctor also said the mix-breed was lucky because two of the bullets had stopped only a couple of millimeters from his heart. Ryder just smiled said that was because Zuma was willing Rocky to live, and the lab didn't argue.
"Ryder's right you know," Zuma said to his mate. "I was willing you to live." Tears came to the labs sea green eyes. "I love you," He sniffed, "And I don't think I could live without you." He looked around to make sure no one was around. Then he took a deep breath, and sang one of his favorite songs. . .
How do I . . . get through one night without you?
If I had to live without you . . . what kind of live would that be?
Oh I. . . I need you in my arms need you to hold.
You're my world, my heart, my soul.
Oh, if you ever leave,
You would take away everything good in my life.
And tell me now.
How do I live, without you?
I want to know.
How do I breathe, without you?
If you ever go,
How would I ever, ever survive?
How do I, oh how do I live?
Without you . . . There'd be no sun in my sky.
There would be no love in my life,
There would be no world left for me.
And I, Rocky I don't know what I would do.
I'd be lost if I lost you.
If you ever leave,
Rocky you would take away everything good in my life.
And tell me now.
How do I live, without you?
I want to know.
How do I breathe, without you?
If you ever go,
How would I ever, ever survive?
How do I, oh how do I live?
The chocolate lab stopped and let the tears flow free. "When I saw you slump to the side, a-and you weren't m-moving." He took a deep breath, "I was s-so s-scared Rocky. . . I was so scared I would lose you." Zuma wiped a tear away with his paw. "When I was riding in the back of Marshall's ambulance with you, I made a promise to myself to never let anything happen to you again."
As the lab went silent, he heard a voice that at one point he thought he might never hear again, "Z-Zuma?"
His heart skipped a beat seeing his mates brown eyes, and fresh tears sprang to his eyes. "Rocky, how are you feeling?"
"S-sore," The pup said. Then he gave a weak smile, "Alex?"
"He's a little shaken, and he feels really guilty about you, but other than that he's fine" Zuma smiled.
"N-not his f-fault," The mix breed said.
"I think you'll have to tell him that," Zuma shook his head. "And even if he hears it from you, he won't believe it."
The mix-breed seemed to understand, then smiled."I love you." He said with a stronger voice.
Zuma's eyes pricked with tears, hearing words he never thought he would ever hear from his mate again. "I-I love you, too." He knew it would be a long recovery, but he also knew he would stand by his mate every step of the way.
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