Oliver stared at the bed.
He was sitting on the opposite side of the room because he couldn't bring himself to sit any closer. Sitting closer would remind himself who was lying in the bed, unable to respond to anything he did or said. Thankfully, he had managed to dig deep into his pocket and pay for a private room.
The past few days had been a whirlwind. From getting the news to putting in for emergency leave from work to travel to San Francisco of all places (because of course the best hospital had to be on the other side of the country) to finally finding himself sitting alone in a room staring at a bed.
He refused to speak to the nurses who came in, and had only volunteered the required information to the healers. All he did was sit, stare at the bed, and eat the sandwiches that were occasionally placed in front of him.
Was he in shock? Probably. After all, the news that his life partner had been in a terrible accident and was now in a coma was hard to swallow, especially since things had been going so well for them lately.
Oliver blinked, shaking himself out of his thoughts as he heard the door open behind him. It was probably another nurse here to offer him a blanket. He sat still as a log, staring ahead, adamant to continue ignoring the medical staff. They couldn't help him; the healer had already explained that there was nothing they could do but keep Anthony comfortable until he woke up on his own.
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