Oh damn, it's been so long since I've worked on this fic! I almost forgot I was working on it. Okay, I swear, my muses are all very lazy, except my Mattymuse & my Jeff muse. Anyways, I will update this tomorrow too...hopefully. Then again, on the bright side, I almost finished half of this. XP.
Stripes
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Randy's breathing is short and forced and his arms are around John's neck, who's fast asleep and Randy's trying to wake him up, slurring a sentence but he just can't and after a while, John feels the uneasy breaths on his face and soft baby blue eyes open and to John's dismay, he sees the hyperventilating, panting Randy on top of him, holding onto his shoulder and whimpering, John reaches out to stroke Randy's face and just then he realizes how much in pain Randy's in and that completely takes him out of the sleepiness he's in as he holds onto Randy's body, "I'll take you to the hospital. Now."
He just carries him, not telling him to dress up or anything and he doesn't really care. You just don't know how your world can turn upside down in two seconds and he steps out, running towards the nearest cab he could...
Oh, please, be okay.
John, I'm not gonna be okay.
...please...
It's been exacting two hours, twenty two minutes and fifty one seconds since they pulled Randy in the hospital room to stabilize him.
John sighs as he sits down beside Mike and Mike has his hand on his head and thoughts are exploding in both of their heads as John takes a glance at Ted and Cody who are holding onto each other for dear life, embracing and hugging and trying to hold back their tears but after a while, Cody starts sobbing for the dear life of his best friend and they're so damn perfect for each other... God, Randy, please be okay.
The nurse walks out of the room and John doesn't say a word as he follows her.
When his eyes meet his Randy, so peaceful, so into his sleep, he doesn't feel as if anything's wrong anymore while the Doctor just stands before him. "What blood type are you, John?" the Doctor asks him in the most polite way he could.
"I'm an O negative."
The Doctor simply nods his head and he looks back at Randy. "He's dying."
John swallows nervously.
Empty.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." His voice is weak and brittle. "Can I do something about it?"
The Doctor again, nods his head and sighs. "He needs a transplant. A bone marrow transplant and your blood type works with every body so it would be easy for Randy's body to function or..."
"Or I back out and he dies." John already knows the answer and his eyes have never left Randy's face, his beautiful, beautiful, peace, so at rest, serene face that just ache John's heart more than ever as he walks towards him and he reaches out a hand to stroke the soft skin of Randy's face and a small, sad chuckle escapes his mouth...you've always been so damn perfect. Even when you're broken on the inside.
I-I'm so broken. Fix me.
"I'm doing the transplant."
I'll fix you.
When the actual thought that's running through John's mind...
How can I fix you when I'm just as broken?
Broken pieces just cut.
Let's cut together, baby, let's cut together, Randy...leave...Ran...
The stripes of blood are sliding down the table.
It's the only thing that's in Mike's mind right now, the vision of blood that's so vividly painted in his head and just as John walks out of the room, Mike sighs and stands up, those eyes locking with each other, and Cody and Ted hold onto each other even tighter while John explains and he doesn't really care about their opinion and he doesn't care if he dies on that operation table, as long as he dies for Randy then that's all he needs.
I love him so damn much it hurts.
X3. I am so having writer's blocks for these little things. You wanna try writing 100 chapters? XD.
X Sam.