Beep. Beeeep. Beep. Beeeep. I opened my eyes, coughing. My hand went to my mouth as I wheezed some more, and when I took it away, my fingers were bloody and the clean, white sheets suddenly had red drops on them. I looked around, squinting at the brightness of the room. I was in a hospital. Wires and cords ran from my wrists to various machines, and when I turned my head to the right a pair of green eyes stared back at me. I opened my mouth, trying to talk, but ended up coughing up more blood. Connor was at my side in an instant, using tissues to wipe my mouth and hands. I looked at my lap, unwilling to make eye contact. "Why did you shut me out?" he asked timidly. I shook my head, hesitating, not wanting to say the next words. But I didn't have to. The door swung open, and my eyes widened as I scootched further under the covers. "Because," the taller man announced, pausing dramatically before he continued.
"He has a boyfriend."
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Blue House | Tronnor
Fanfictionmaking dead ships come alive since i was born amiright only using lowercase for description, story has proper grammar
