Spamano Trash RP
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Thread Topic: Spamano Trash RP
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ahh same movies and books don't usually make me cry but certain songs get me ^^;
Lovino let out a strangled cry, latching onto Antonio, scared that even with the encouragement and the pressure of Antonio's hands he still couldn't seem to get any air. His vision flickered black for a second and he squeezed his eyes shut, throat and chest and eyes burning. He tried to speak again, but he couldn't catch his breath to. "Antonio," he mouthed, the name coming out as nearly inaudible. "I'm scared, I don't want to die." He wasn't sure if Antonio even heard him, but he didn't care. All he could think of was all the doctors who had told him to avoid stress, to be careful, because his weak heart was a serious threat. He could feel himself going limp, chest still moving up and down rapidly as Antonio held him. -
Sillinae Newbieohhh no same here ^^; especially since it can be so much easier to associate a song with a sad thing too
"Lovino," Antonio breathed. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, okay? You aren't going to die." But Lovino was becoming weaker right in front of his eyes, and he couldn't do anything here. He hesistated for a moment, but the moment he felt Lovino's becoming limp he hooked an arm under his knees, standing up with a small groan. The hospital wasn't too far, they could help him. "We're going to get help, okay?" He whispered. "You're going to be okay, I promise." He stumbled out of the house as quickly as possible, struggling to open the car with Lovino in his arms, then setting him down in the passenger seat before shutting the door and hurrying around to start the car. "I know it's hard," He was practically pleading now, "but I need you to just try to breathe. In, out, in, out..." -
ahh I knowww although some fanfictions get me too haha
"Sorry," he tried to say, but he couldn't tell if it left his mind or not. He was vaguely aware of being lifted, and thought about how unfortunate it was that they always ended up in this position. He tried to inhale and choked, sputtering and curling tighter into Antonio's chest. He was barely awake when they reached the car, slumping against the door, eyes shut, the lack of oxygen leaving him utterly still as he lost consciousness, pale and unmoving. -
Sillinae Newbieoh gosh the fanfictions are the worst tbh
When they were nearly to the hospital and Antonio looked back over the sight of Lovino was terrifying. "Lovino. Lovino!" There was no response. Lovino looked deathly pale and completely still. He practically skidded into the parking lot, stopping the car and jumping out of the car to run around to the other side. "Lovino, please," He begged, leaning down to lift him up again. He trudged up to the hospital as quickly as he could, practically clinging to Lovino. As soon as he burst into the lobby the first few nurses who spotted them were rushing towards them, even as Antonio started calling for help. His head was swimming and he felt lightheaded, painfully focused on the fact that Lovino felt practically dead in his arms. -
omfg auf weidersehen (proobably spelled that really wrong sorry ^^; ) sweetheart had me sobbing jeez
The same doctor that had treated them both during earlier stays was there, quickly barking orders at the team of nurses before turning to Antonio, brows furrowed in a small grimace. "You two have some rotten luck. Are you alright? Take a breath, then tell me what happened, okay?" He spoke slowly, leading Antonio to a soft chair in the waiting area. The Spaniard had an almost haunted look about him, it was disconcerting. "Antonio, is your head alright?" -
Sillinae Newbieoh gosh same here ;o; and the song i was listening to when i read it, too
Antonio took a shuddering breath, looking somewhat dazedly at the doctor. "He was angry at me." He whispered. "I-I don't know why. He told me to leave, b-but he asked for me to come back because he needed help. I got there and he..." He bit his cheek looking away. "He couldn't breathe. His heart was going crazy. He passed out when I took him out to the car." His head dropped to his hands. "I don't know what I did." He mumbled. "There was yelling and stuff, but I didn't hit my head. I drove here. It hurts." He didn't care about his head. He needed Lovino to be okay. It was his fault Lovino had freaked out, and if anything happened to him he didn't know if he could live with himself. -
aw, what song?
The doctor listened quietly, nodding when he was finished. "Okay, it doesn't sound like there's any serious damage, but I'll get someone to bring you some painkiller. I'm going to go check on Lovino now, and I'll come back and let you know when you can see him, okay?" He gave a sympathetic smile before straightening up and walking back towards the emergency rooms. A few minutes later, a nurse came by with pills for Antonio, telling him that the doctor had said that he wouldn't have to pay for anything in the cafeteria, in case he got hungry while he waited. -
Sillinae Newbieahhh it's actually the heaven knows song ^^ but i still really love listening to it so i just gotta deal with it haha
Antonio nodded numbly, curling up in the chair after downing the pills. He wasn't hungry, and couldn't really imagine being hungry at a time like this. It occurred to him that maybe he should text his family or even Lovino's, but the small mental effort that that took felt like too much for him to handle at the moment, so he figured they'd find out eventually. His mind was full of unpleasant thoughts, and the quiet in the waiting room did nothing to distract him. What if something was really wrong with Lovino? What if he was seriously hurt? The thought of Lovino dying made Antonio sick to his stomach. The thought of Lovino dying hating Antonio made him want curl up into a ball forever. -
ahhh jeez that song gets me every time ;^; same here it's so sad but I still really like it ^^
About an hour later, the doctor returned to the waiting Area, clipboard in hand. He offered another sympathetic smile, a weak attempt at comforting the rather ill looking boy. "Lovino...is not doing so great. But it's nothing that won't heal over time. You can see him now, if you like, although he's a bit ditzy from the medication." He warned, already walkng towards the Italian's room, knowing Antonio would probably be quick to follow. -
Sillinae NewbieI feel like that band makes a lot of songs that sound sad, but a lot of them are so pretty too
Antonio got up, shuffling quickly after the doctor, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The words 'Lovino is not doing so great' swam around in his head until they reached Lovino's room, and the doctor opened the door and gestured for Antonio to follow. As soon as he saw Lovino he felt his heart drop. He looked pale and drained and weak, and Antonio immediately dropped into the chair on the side of the room, gazing at him. Did he do this? Was he responsible for doing this to Lovino. He couldn't tell if Lovino was awake, but he sure as hell didn't want to wake him up if he wasn't. -
I don't actually know if I've heard more than that song, but I'll have to go and listen to more now ^^
oh oh and I finally listened to hospital beds ahh
Lovino lay limp on the stark white sheets, an oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose. His head was swimming in confusion, he struggled to focus through the thick fog of numbing medicine. He opened his eyes, blinking blearily, slowly shifting his gaze to see Antonio fall back into a chair, and the doctor leaving, closing the door. He couldn't talk with the mask, not that he really had the energy to, but he stared into Antonio's eyes, hoping he would understand the regret. He was sorry, he never should've trusted Francis. -
Sillinae Newbiei haven't listened to much but i like what i know ^^
and ahhh yeah i really love that song
Antonio was dully surprised when Lovino turned to look at him. It was almost painful to look back, seeing Lovino hooked up to all the machines and looking so completely sick. He couldn't read what was in his eyes, but he understood that he couldn't exactly talk with that giant thing over his face. He pulled his feet up onto the chair, resting his chin on his knees and looking back at him, trying not to cry. "I'm sorry, Lovino." He whispered. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I-I don't know what I did. But I'm sorry." He bit down on his cheek, his eyes shutting tightly. "I don't want you to hate me." He breathed. "I love you, even if you don't believe me." His chest was starting to hurt again and he could feel the tears coming back, so he promptly shut his mouth, staring hard at the tiled floor. -
ahh yeah it's sort of eery but really pretty
Lovino felt a stab of guilt that hurt infinitely more than the dull ache in his chest. He raised a hand, which took more effort than it should've, and gestured for him to come closer. Antonio looked to be on the verge of tears, and Lovino hated it. He wished he could take the mask off and properly apologize, but it was currently the only thing keeping him conscious, so that would probably be a bad idea. He wiggled his fingers impatiently, the only movement not totally draining.
I gtg, sorry, but I'll should be back around 5:30
hey hey I love youu -
Sillinae Newbietrue true
ahhh that's no problem c: i'll talk to you later! hey hey love you more shhh
Antonio hesitated when Lovino gestured for him to move closer, before pulling the chair up to the side of bed, expression unsure. It was obviously strange for them to communicate, seeing as how Antonio couldn't understand Lovino and Lovino couldn't speak to Antonio. He didn't want to assume he was forgiven, but at least Lovino didn't seem upset that he was here. "I don't know how much you remember." He said quietly, trying hard to keep his voice from shaking. "You told me you didn't want to die." His eyes were watering, but he didn't care that much anymore. "I told you you wouldn't, but I thought you might." He bit his lip, focusing on Lovino's hand instead of his eyes. It was slender, and the same sickly pale color as his face. "I thought I was watching you die." He whispered. "I thought you were going to die hating me." -
lmao there's a fifth dhmis coming fml
Lovino managed a small noise of protest, though it sounded strangely muffled through the mask. He shook his head slowly, frustrated by his own tired state and belated movements. He hesitated before reaching out, fingers grasping at Antonio's hand, which, sitting in the Spaniard's lap, was just a bit too far. He made another small noise, a little whine. Giving up on reaching him, he let his arm go limp again rather sadly. His eyes drifting over to the desk, where a small pad of paper and pen were sitting. He stared intently, hoping Antonio would understand.
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