Alive
I don’t see this ship anywhere on ao3 or anything. I know, Gerry treated him shitty, and he died because of it.
But someone had to do it.
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The rapid beeping of the heart monitor was the only thing circling his mind as he paced in his living room.
The rapid beeping of the heart monitor was the only thing circling his mind when he took a gulp of whiskey from his father's decanter.
It was the only thing he heard when he grabbed the gun off its shelf.
When he launched the decanter through the window.
When he stared intently at the gun in his hand.
The monitor. The regret.
The regret. The fight.
The fight... the monitor.
It was a swarm that his mind welcomed in guilt. The only thing to break it:
Gling!
@Navarro_Marta:
It's Luis! He's awake!
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That's all it took to break him out of his stupor.
Without a second thought, he rushed to the hospital. His parents weren't home so he didn't have to worry about explaining where he was going.
He was drunk, irrational, and on foot, yet that wasn't stopping him from getting to see Luis.
His mind was a confused blur of rapid emotions.
What would he say to him? What could he say to him?
He had no fucking clue.
Would he cuss him out for actually going into a fight with him? Or apologize and beg for his forgiveness?
No, no, no, option two was guaranteed no matter what happened or what Luis says, he is apologizing!
But how?
Would Luis even listen? He probably doesn't even want to see me.
As the adrenaline from the text was starting to wear off, his brain was slowing down and he was starting to lose stamina. He decided to stop at a crosswalk and catch his breath. It was then that he realized two things:
One: He has no idea how to act around Luis when he gets to the hospital.
And two: he still had the gun in his hand.
He ran seven blocks with a fucking gun in his hand.
Jesus Christ, he's losing his mind.
He tucked the gun in the front of his jeans and hid it under his shirt. He looked around to make sure no one saw him with it before dashing off again.
Passing the nurses and doctors (who might have tried to stop him and got cussed out), he finally stopped at Luis' room doorway.
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Luis was panting deeply into the oxygen mask as he tried to calm from the shock of--
Where the hell was he?
Everything was blurred together. He was moving too fast to actually catch sight of where he was.
He heard the heart monitor beeping, the humming of machines surrounding him. He felt his Mamá squeeze his hand. She was leaning over him calling his name and telling him to breathe.
What do you think he's trying to do, not?
He wanted to roll his eyes, but with the way his head was feeling... that was a no-go.
Wait. Oxygen mask, beeping, humming, his Mamá freaking out--
Oh.
He's in the hospital.
Knowing that, he started to calm down. His breathing evened out as he relaxed. He turned to his Mamá and she burst into tears.
She cried her relief into his hospital gown as he watched practically stiff.
Luis wanted to comfort her. Say something that would make this okay. He tried to speak but his throat felt like a desert and inferno in one. Luis settled for putting his hand on his Mamá's head.
She looked up at him with tear-stained cheeks and water-filled eyes.
"You have no idea how truly terrified I was," Marta's voice was hoarse sounding wet and dry at the same time.
Before Louis could respond in any way, an abrupt sound from the doorway caught both the Navarros' attention.
Gerry?!