DenEng
(HumanAU)
He was a paramedic; I was the man that decided to step out in front of a car. Nothing serious really, could have laughed it off if it wasn't for my cracked rib. Drinking will do that after all. Make you not see things until they're right in front of you and by then it's too late to do much of anything.
Now my family shook their heads but, he sighed then to my surprise came to see me. Even then his hair was a mess falling into his green eyes. My blonde haired guy cared even when he tried not to, maybe that's what I fell in love with in the beginning.
Sure it wasn't hard to see the guy had been hurt before, badly too so I was gentle. I ate his food, I listened to his stories, dreams, and rants, and when he didn't know I was there I listened to him sing. Each time I'd smile softly before kissing his cheek. I took my time getting him and in the end I did.
Hell I'm sure he's just getting ready for a late night at work. Midnight shift, so he doesn't know that I'm laying here bleeding in the street under this street lamp. Was I drunk? No, not more than a beer yet it was enough to get me into trouble again. This time it's more than just a cracked rib or a broken leg but a bullet in my chest.
Around me people are running though I doubt it's to get me help. Guess I'm here alone. "Think Abel." I mutter touching my chest feeling the warm blood oozing down my side. It'll be a huge ass pool by the time it's done bleeding but I move to my pocket thankful to find my phone. I have one chance and one call.
"Hello?"
His voice rings with annoyance, probably just jumped out of the shower with my red and white towel around his waist. "Hey." I answer in my normal chuckle. "It's me."
While he sighs I can hear a smile on his face. "I know Love it said on my phone but what is it? Don't tell me the bar took your keys again because I'm not coming to get you."
"Oh, on your way to work?" It hurts to speak but I keep going. "Sorry if I got you at a bad time..." I pause as my vision blurs.
On the other end I know he's a bit worried. It's me after all and I don't just pause for no reason, the guy sometimes has to try a few times to get me to shut up. "You okay?"
"Me? Yeah I'm fine." I rub my eyelids. "Just wanted to call and say that that I love you Art." Now I give a nervous chuckle hearing the sound of a distant siren. "I love the way you wear glasses to read though we both know you don't need them. How you can get so drunk on a few shots then try to bake a cake. And you know what? They're pretty dame good." As the siren grows louder tears well up in my eyes.
It's clear he hears it now. "What is that? Is someone hurt?"
By now half of me wants to say yeah it's me, fuck Art I'm dying here but my mouth grows dry. My heart's not in it so I smile. "Some guy down the street got his ass shot by some junkie looking for some money so I should really go. Just made me think,"
Now he chuckles, it's a nervous relieved laugh and it sounds so good in my ears. "About us? Well knowing you you'll try to help but don't get in the way okay?"
"Me? I'm never in the way." My arm is shaking as I try so hard to keep the phone by my ear. "Look I have to go but I love you Arthur."
"I love you too. I'll call you after my shift."
I hang on just long enough to say good bye. Maybe I'll live and see him sitting by my bedside but it's not going to happen I know it's not. I'm sorry Arthur.
He was a paramedic and I was the guy dead in the street happy to know that in my last seconds were spent with him.