SoTotallyLittleWood – 367 Projects

Day: 14.

Farewell, Friend.

This is Thursday's btw. This'll be short, but here are some tissues.

Martyn was due for some heart surgery which he never understood why – as did Toby. Martyn was due in to today.

As soon as they got to the hospital, they both walked up to the main office. Martyn signed in, and Toby just stood next to him. Gripping onto Martyn's hand, Toby knew that normally heart surgery comes out as a bad thing in the end – Toby hopes this one doesn't… he hopes Martyn will be okay. But, you can never be sure.

A doctor came into the front main room, were everyone was sat "Martyn Littlewood, please?" He asked. Martyn and Toby stood up and walked towards the room. Martyn led down on the hospital bed, "So… Martyn today is the day. How do you feel?" they asked.
"Uh, nervous and frightened… and hoping I'll be okay." He replied, shaking.
"Okay Martyn, we also have some bad news." The other doctor said. Martyn slowly nodded his head, as a sign to continue "due to how bad your heart is – there is a slight chance of you dying." The doctor said, Martyn started having tears in his eyes…
"What! No, oh my god." Toby said, Martyn put his hand on the bed – and Toby gripped onto it. "And, Mr Cottrell?" the doctor said,
"Yes?" Toby replied, hesitantly
"We're going to have to ask you to leave the room… due to this being an operation room. You can wait outside the door or go to the café." They said.
"Why can't I stay?" He asked.
"We don't think it'll be a good idea if you stayed, we are sorry." The Doctor said.
"Okay… I'll leave." He said, taking his hand away from Martyn and pressing a slight kiss onto Martyn's nose… knowing this could be the last time he would see Martyn – well that chance is high.
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Martyn had been moved to the operation room, and he had been put to sleep using pills and drugs… and finally he had been hooked up to numerous machines. But, there was one machine what mattered the most – the heart rate monitor. If that dropped low anytime soon, it was a failure… a failure before the operation and had begun or more like 'this operation won't work at all' kind of thing.

However, if it was in the middle of the operation when the machine stopped working – that could mean the same thing – except they would be in the middle of a HEART operation, so therefore apparently Martyn would die. So, Toby could only wish – as he sat outside the operation room door staring into the window watching the doctor's work on his boyfriend.

A few hours later, the operation had finally finished – 'About time…' Toby thought with a sigh. The doctor came outside the door, and said "Its time." He said to Toby. Toby stood up. Crossing his fingers together – hoping for good news. As he walked into the operation room, he saw the doctors crowded around the bed where Martyn had been placed. Toby stared at the heart rate monitor – 0. He stared at Martyn: pale, white skin and no life giving out of him. He put his ears to Martyn's heart, no beats… no nothing. He sat down on the chair which had been placed next to the bed for Toby to sit. He took a seat, and slapped Martyn a few times – trying to force him to wake up. The doctor grabbed his hands, "Mr Cottrell… please stop. It's helpless. We're sorry…" he said.

My Happy Little Pill,

Take Me Away.

Dry My Eyes.

~Troye Sivian

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