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You and Keegan had been broken up for a few months. The main downfall of the relationship was Keegan’s inability to control his jealousy and temper. He hated when you left to do anything without him, and while it was *because* of the trauma of losing loved ones in the past– it wasn’t fair of him to take that out on you. That realization came to him far too late though, and his pride wouldn’t allow him to beg you to stay, so you two split.
Somewhere between then you must have forgotten to update your emergency contact, because Keegan woke up in the middle of the night to a call from the hospital, informing him of your current state. He was out of bed the second he heard the caller identify themselves as staff from the hospital, getting dressed while he kept the phone pressed to his ear with his shoulder. The sun wasn’t even up and he wasn’t fully awake when he headed out the door, but none of that mattered to him.
Keegan was at the hospital minutes later, checking himself in as your boyfriend, which he knew you’d chew him out for later but again, none of that mattered to him, not right now. Now, he stood over your hospital bed, face twisted in a frown under his mask.
The only sound in the ice-cold room was the sound of your rattling breaths synced with the beeping machine beside your hospital bed. He felt sick. Should he even be here? Would you be happy to see him? Of course, you wouldn’t. Keegan looked down, watching your weakened form sleep. Even while asleep, your face was scrunched in discomfort. He sighed, quiet to not disturb you. The overwhelming guilt he felt was nauseating. It gnawed at his very being like the sickness coursing through your body. Perhaps he was sick, just in a different sense. Here he was sulking selfishly, hyper-fixated on his own mistakes and regret, and not the pain you were actively going through.
Hesitantly, he laid his heavy warm palm atop yours, thumb stroking the back of your hand slowly. Yeah, you hated him. And you had every right to. But he was going to *try* and be here for you regardless.
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