warning: Character Death. Lots of it.
Osmond doesn't believe in love anymore.
He did once.
Osmond had been in love once.
His name had been Kevin Darling, they had met in the emergency room of he local hospital. Kevin had tripped over a wayward plastic eggplant his crazy roommate had left lying around, fallen down two flights of stairs and, miraculously, had only broken his left wrist. Kevin had asked what Osmond was in for, and he said, completely deadpan, that he was having a baby.
That had amused Kevin, which made him feel better, because sitting in the emergency with a broken wrist wasn't the most fun of experiences. After sitting and chatting for a bit, Osmond finally admitted that he was suffering mildly painful food poisoning, courtesy of his own crazy roommate.
Since the ER is rather busy nowadays. Kevin and Osmond had gotten to know each other, and, surprisingly, they had a lot in common. (Roommates perilous to their health being one of these things) And by the time they were helped they had exchanged phone numbers and e-mails and agreed to catch a movie the next Thursday.
This movie was followed by many other movies, as well as lunches, dinners and the occasional theater production.
One day, over a shared kalimari at around three in the afternoon, Osmond looked across the plate at Kevin, who had chosen that exact moment to look at him. Their eyes locked, and slowly, their lips met in a first kalimari flavored kiss.
Shortly after paying the bill and many minor snogs on the public transit system later, Kevin and Osmond made it to Kevin's flat. And neither of them tripped over the still way wards plastic eggplant.
Later on, spooned up with Kevin, Osmond wondered if he might be in love.
A few months later, in the same position, he was absolutely certain he was.
A year or two after this affirmation, Kevin and Osmond had finally decided to get married already.
However,, on the way to the ceremony, their taxi was caught between a bus and a green mini-van.
The driver, a man named George, who had been very nice to them, had died on impact, but Osmond and Kevin had been alive enough to rush to the hospital. The very hospital they had met in.
Kevin had died upon arrival, due to blood loss and head trauma. However Osmond, amazingly, survived with minor injuries.
He had shouted Kevin's name the moment he came to and looked around the small, clean hospital room wildly.
Kevin was not there.
His roommate was there, Osmond's own roommate was there. And a nurse, all of them looked at him like he had said the saddest thing in the world. He very well might have. Osmond asked for Kevin again.
The nurse (who later would introduce herself as Nurse Mary) told Osmond in a very soft voice that Kevin was dead.
"Dead?" Osmond said, "He can't be dead. We're getting married. We're late! We're going to live in a little townhouse, we're going to have a bloody cat! He's not dead! He can't be."
The nurse patted his hand and told him that when he had recovered more she would take him down to see him.
Osmond had insisted on going that moment. And after much, slightly hysterical, fuss, he was put on a wheelchair and wheeled down to the morgue.
In anticipation of Osmond's arrival, they had taken Kevin out of his freezer storage locker and unzipped the black bag. Kevin lay on the table, eyes closed, lips blue, and with a single, admittedly large, gash across his forehead.
Upon being brought into the morgue, Osmond had raised himself off his chair and stumbled over to Kevin's body. He had looked at him for a while, taken his hand and mumbled something incoherent at him. When Kevin didn't respond, Osmond buried his face into the juncture between Kevin's shoulder and neck and cried.
Osmond didn't remember being taken back to his room. In fact, the rest of the week had been a blur. He'd been released, he'd gone to Kevin's funeral, which had seemed rather surreal and suddenly found himself sitting on a day-glo orange couch in the living room of their townhouse.
Osmond healed, in his own way, he'd still get upset whenever he did something that he could picture Kevin doing.
Except... except after a while, he wasn't just picturing Kevin doing things, he could see Kevin doing things. After a few weeks, he didn't even remember Kevin dying. And several months later, he was certain that they had gotten married that day.
Life in the Darling-Blackadder home was fine, Osmond didn't get a lot of visitors, but whenever they came, Kevin always seemed to be out, he didn't mention this, and neither did the guests.
Eventually, however, Kevin's crazy ex-roommate visited along with Nurse Mary, who he was now seeing (yes, like That) and she asked how Osmond was managing without Kevin.
Osmond had been puzzled, what on Earth did she mean? He wasn't managing without Kevin, Kevin was there, he just wasn't in now.
This had gotten people concerned.
And now, Osmond Darling-Blackadder (but only Blackadder legally, after all, they hadn't really gotten married, had they?) sits on an armchair in the window of the hospital, his new home, and tries to remember.
a/n: ending's bad, but for something I wrote by hand at AM, I think it's alright. And in regards to the last one. That one was really really normal. I absolutely swear that I'll never, ever do that again. Also, this was originally gonna be kinda like psycho. But I don't have the ability to write Osmond (namely because I love him dearly for reasons I don't remember) as a Norman Bates. I wanted to. But I can't, so I didn't. Right? Right.
Osmond doesn't believe in love anymore.
He did once.
Osmond had been in love once.
His name had been Kevin Darling, they had met in the emergency room of he local hospital. Kevin had tripped over a wayward plastic eggplant his crazy roommate had left lying around, fallen down two flights of stairs and, miraculously, had only broken his left wrist. Kevin had asked what Osmond was in for, and he said, completely deadpan, that he was having a baby.
That had amused Kevin, which made him feel better, because sitting in the emergency with a broken wrist wasn't the most fun of experiences. After sitting and chatting for a bit, Osmond finally admitted that he was suffering mildly painful food poisoning, courtesy of his own crazy roommate.
Since the ER is rather busy nowadays. Kevin and Osmond had gotten to know each other, and, surprisingly, they had a lot in common. (Roommates perilous to their health being one of these things) And by the time they were helped they had exchanged phone numbers and e-mails and agreed to catch a movie the next Thursday.
This movie was followed by many other movies, as well as lunches, dinners and the occasional theater production.
One day, over a shared kalimari at around three in the afternoon, Osmond looked across the plate at Kevin, who had chosen that exact moment to look at him. Their eyes locked, and slowly, their lips met in a first kalimari flavored kiss.
Shortly after paying the bill and many minor snogs on the public transit system later, Kevin and Osmond made it to Kevin's flat. And neither of them tripped over the still way wards plastic eggplant.
Later on, spooned up with Kevin, Osmond wondered if he might be in love.
A few months later, in the same position, he was absolutely certain he was.
A year or two after this affirmation, Kevin and Osmond had finally decided to get married already.
However,, on the way to the ceremony, their taxi was caught between a bus and a green mini-van.
The driver, a man named George, who had been very nice to them, had died on impact, but Osmond and Kevin had been alive enough to rush to the hospital. The very hospital they had met in.
Kevin had died upon arrival, due to blood loss and head trauma. However Osmond, amazingly, survived with minor injuries.
He had shouted Kevin's name the moment he came to and looked around the small, clean hospital room wildly.
Kevin was not there.
His roommate was there, Osmond's own roommate was there. And a nurse, all of them looked at him like he had said the saddest thing in the world. He very well might have. Osmond asked for Kevin again.
The nurse (who later would introduce herself as Nurse Mary) told Osmond in a very soft voice that Kevin was dead.
"Dead?" Osmond said, "He can't be dead. We're getting married. We're late! We're going to live in a little townhouse, we're going to have a bloody cat! He's not dead! He can't be."
The nurse patted his hand and told him that when he had recovered more she would take him down to see him.
Osmond had insisted on going that moment. And after much, slightly hysterical, fuss, he was put on a wheelchair and wheeled down to the morgue.
In anticipation of Osmond's arrival, they had taken Kevin out of his freezer storage locker and unzipped the black bag. Kevin lay on the table, eyes closed, lips blue, and with a single, admittedly large, gash across his forehead.
Upon being brought into the morgue, Osmond had raised himself off his chair and stumbled over to Kevin's body. He had looked at him for a while, taken his hand and mumbled something incoherent at him. When Kevin didn't respond, Osmond buried his face into the juncture between Kevin's shoulder and neck and cried.
Osmond didn't remember being taken back to his room. In fact, the rest of the week had been a blur. He'd been released, he'd gone to Kevin's funeral, which had seemed rather surreal and suddenly found himself sitting on a day-glo orange couch in the living room of their townhouse.
Osmond healed, in his own way, he'd still get upset whenever he did something that he could picture Kevin doing.
Except... except after a while, he wasn't just picturing Kevin doing things, he could see Kevin doing things. After a few weeks, he didn't even remember Kevin dying. And several months later, he was certain that they had gotten married that day.
Life in the Darling-Blackadder home was fine, Osmond didn't get a lot of visitors, but whenever they came, Kevin always seemed to be out, he didn't mention this, and neither did the guests.
Eventually, however, Kevin's crazy ex-roommate visited along with Nurse Mary, who he was now seeing (yes, like That) and she asked how Osmond was managing without Kevin.
Osmond had been puzzled, what on Earth did she mean? He wasn't managing without Kevin, Kevin was there, he just wasn't in now.
This had gotten people concerned.
And now, Osmond Darling-Blackadder (but only Blackadder legally, after all, they hadn't really gotten married, had they?) sits on an armchair in the window of the hospital, his new home, and tries to remember.
a/n: ending's bad, but for something I wrote by hand at AM, I think it's alright. And in regards to the last one. That one was really really normal. I absolutely swear that I'll never, ever do that again. Also, this was originally gonna be kinda like psycho. But I don't have the ability to write Osmond (namely because I love him dearly for reasons I don't remember) as a Norman Bates. I wanted to. But I can't, so I didn't. Right? Right.