Thomas Sanders Sides OneShots 4

Hospital room - Logan x Roman

6:06pm

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Trigger warning: mentions of car crash, hospital, indications of sex

I really love the song Grace Kelly suddenly lmao

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"How're you feeling?" Roman murmured to his boyfriend who laid stretched out on the hospital bed, his head propped up by a few cushions. He tried to smile with the mask on his face, weakly lifting his arm to hold a thumbs up, but it dropped limply by his side a few moments later. Roman bit down on his lip harshly, hating the sight of his boyfriend in a hospital bed, wired up to machines with a breathing mask on his face.

"I have to go soon" Roman commented, forlorn. He really wanted to stay here for however long it took for Logan to get better - he would stay here, by his side, for years if he had to. Anything for the boy he loved. Logan tiredly gripped his hand, trying to say something but Roman shushed him, leaning over to kiss his forehead.

"Press this button if you need anything.." Roman drifted, patting Logan's hand that held the button that closed a nurse. Even if Logan had already been told that, Roman felt the need to do it anyway, reinforcing the idea that he wanted Logan to stay as healthy, safe, and alive as he possibly could. "And when you can" Roman shifted through his pockets, pulling out Logan's phone and putting it on the table beside him. "Text me. Please" Logan nodded, closing his eyes briefly when Roman kissed his forehead, savouring the moment.

"I love you" Roman murmured, sniffing, giving him a soft hug before he slowly drifted out of the room, closing the door behind him and leaning on it for a few moments. School. School. He needed to get to school. Gulping, he pushed on down the hallway, pressing a hand to his chest as anxiety swarmed through it like a million bees. He will be fine, he thought with gritted teeth, clenching his hands tightly. They will look after him.

Sliding into his car, on the entire drive he gripped the steering wheel tightly, jaw clenched, thoughts filled with Logan. He could feel echoes of the same unadulterated fear he felt when he found Logan passed out in his car after crashing into a tree. It was raining heavily, he must've skidded, unable to stop. Roman blamed himself entirely, he could've let Logan stayed over, yet he decided to be selfish because he was tired. He slammed his hand on the wheel, cupping his face as he stopped at a red light.

He could be dying because of you! His thoughts yelled. He didn't move for what felt like hours until a car behind him honked. Green lights. Sorry. Driving the rest of the way to school, he parked his car, grabbed his bag and marched into the building, head tilted down as he made his way through the empty hallways and to his first period as the hospital trip made him late. He didn't care, though, they could give him all the detentions they wanted, he was still going to see Logan every single fucking day, as many times as he could.

The teacher went to ask why Roman was late, but when he saw how distraught but angry the student was, he bit his tongue and let it slide. In this certain lesson only one of Roman's friends shared it with him. He looked up from his doodles in his book, knowing what had happened to Logan, he also knew to not test Roman for the days Logan will be in hospital.

Roman sat in his seat beside the darkly dressed emo. Hands clenched. Eyes narrowed. Lips twitching. Anything in that moment could make Roman explode, so Virgil stayed silent, making sure not to even look at him too many times, just in case. Nearing the end of the lesson, Virgil timidly reached over and placed his hand on top of Roman's. He tensed, waiting for Roman to do something, but when the boy closed his eyes and squeezed Virgil's hand in return, he relaxed in relief, murmuring to Roman that everything would work out in the end.