Fics like you can hear it in the silence

Carlos hadn’t seen TK in months. Yes, he had held vigil at his bedside for days following his last trip to West Park Memorial’s ICU, even though the pair had broken up on bad terms. Though when TK woke up, confused and agitated by his presence, his heart rate not stabilizing due to the stress, Carlos got up, walked out, and never looked back. It was a rash and emotional decision on his part, sure, but he didn’t want to cause TK any more distress than the cardiac arrest(s) and the cop’s presence at his bedside had caused. Nancy had said TK had wanted him there? “What a crock of shit,” Carlos thought to himself as he ran past the security guard, past the coffee cart lady, past the two shitty nurses who TK had recently defied by staying and being alive, holding tears back. Carlos felt like more of a shmuck than ever. So why was he back at West Park? It turns out Carlos’s firefighter-turned-paramedic-turned-love-of-his-life-turned-ex-boyfriend never updated his emergency contact after all this time, meaning Carlos was called to the hospital due to TK being admitted, the reason not disclosed to him on the call he received mid-shift.

Fics like you can hear it in the silence

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