The feeling of drowning (part 2)

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Before I fix what I did, because I know you're all mad at me for hurting Connor, imma just share something real quick:

Before I fix what I did, because I know you're all mad at me for hurting Connor, imma just share something real quick:

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This. This is why I write angst. I love seeing you humans yell at me like this. Also, sorry this wasn't out Monday. I had lots of writer's block, so it's up today to make up for it

Now, onto the oneshot!

Evan's mind was also only focused on one thing: making sure Connor was okay. The world was passing by in a blur to him, moments and seconds slurring together, making it seem like hours had passed by when in reality it had only been a few minutes. The only thing that he could shift his attention to was the boy laying in front of him.

Jared, Alana, Zoe, and himself had already given up their coats and scarves, and placed them on the unconscious body lying in Evan's trembling arms, seeing as he spent much, much longer in the frigid water than Evan had. And although all their warm clothing was now covering his body, he was still chilled to the bone.

Zoe was still on the line with the emergency dispatcher, who was doing a fair job of keeping all of them calm and walking them through what to do to help Connor as best they could before the paramedic team arrived at the location.

As the time ticked on, the faint sounds of sirens began drawing closer. Each of the four snapped their head up, realizing it was the ambulance they had all been waiting on the edge of their seats for.

A team of medical professionals came rushing out from around the corner, a stretcher being wheeled out with them. One of them took Zoe aside and asked to borrow her phone so they could inform the dispatcher that they had arrived, while the other three helped load Connor onto the flat surface.

"Excuse me?" Evan spoke up, his voice small and broken, "Would there be a way I could ride with him?"

"I'm sorry, but it would be best if you didn't. There's just not much room in the back with all our equipment. Do you have means of transportation to the hospital?"

"Yeah, my- my... yeah, my friends. We all rode together."

Once Connor and the stretcher had been loaded into the back of the ambulance, they drove off, making sure to give the group the location of the hospital.

After watching them ride away back onto the main road, getting smaller by the moment, the three helped Evan into their car. Alana insisted on driving them, while Zoe and Jared sat in the back with the smaller, sandy-haired male, trying to use tactics they knew would help him calm down. They kept the ride mostly silent, except for hushed reassurances that Connor would be alright.

When they pulled into the hospital lot, the four jumped out of the car, and raced up to the check-in desk inside, panting and breathing heavily as the attendant glanced up at them, smiling slightly as he did so.

"Hello, how can I help you all today? Are we here to check someone in? Or are we just visiting?"

"We're hoping to visit someone,"

"Alright, name please?"

"Connor Murphy?" The man looked down at his screen and began poking at his keyboard, typing something they couldn't see.

The man frowned, shifting his eyes back up at the four young adults. "I'm sorry, but he is currently not open for visitors at the moment, but he is in stable condition, and his doctor will come out and inform you when you can see him,"

Sighing from relief, as if somebody had lifted a thousand-pound weight off his shoulder, Evan slowly nodded and thanked him for letting them know, before following his friends and sitting down in one of the cheap waiting room chairs.

A minute passed, which turned into ten minutes, which then transitioned into twenty minutes, and finally, after thirty-five long, dreadful minutes, a doctor came out and called out for the family of Connor Murphy. Rushing up, Alana, Jared, Zoe, and Evan ran over to a doctor, whose coat was labeled 'Dr. Seymour Krelborn.'

"Hello, I assume you're Connor's family?"

"Yes," Evan confirmed, "I'm his boyfriend and these are our friends."

"Well, we were able to remove the wet and cold clothing from his body and raise his body heat back up to what it should normally be, as well as placing him in thermal and warmer clothes to help as well. You are more than welcome to stop in his room if you'd like, he's awake and doing great." The doctor grinned, watching as relief spread across their faces.

Doctor Krelborn motioned for the group to follow them down a long, cream-painted hallway and led them to a door with the number 137 printed on it. He left them to be as Alana grabbed the metal handle and turned it, pushing the door open and revealing Connor, sitting straight up, which is the only thing he can do straight, and shifting his eyes to the group that just walked in.

"Connor!" They cheered in unison, rushing over to hug the daylights out of him and to triple-check he was alright.

As the three friends pulled away, they watched as Evan tightened his grip on the slim boy's body and squeezed him tighter, keeping him close to his chest as Connor hugged back with just as much force.

"God, you fucking scared us, Connor. You are never ice skating again," Evan scolded, earning a small giggle from his shivering boyfriend.

"Alright, Angel, if you say so."

Silence fell over the room as everyone just looked at the two lovers, gazing into each other's eyes as if their lives depended on it. Then, Jared cleared his throat, causing Evan and Connor to glance up at him.

"Well, we're going to go get food, that way the two of you can do whatever kinky gay shit you want while you're alone," Jared snorted, earning a slap from Alana.

After offering to bring them back something from the hospital vending machine, and earning a polite decline from both men, the three walked out of the room, not even needing to look behind them to know that Evan had jumped into the small hospital bed with his boyfriend, and cuddled up against him, letting his head drop to his shoulder.

"I love you, Ev," Connor sighed.

"I love you too, Con. And I swear to god, you are never I've skating again."

Hey everyone! Are you happy that he's not dead??? Sorry this wasn't out Monday, but it's up now, so I hope you enjoyed it!! Love you all ❤️

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