#hellfate

the ambulance bay is empty for now . the influx of patients never really ends , but it's come to enough of a halt for them to have a little breather . langdon had stepped outside for some fresh air , or well , he had followed mel out . his excuse is the fresh air , but mel is pretty much the same thing . the breath of fresh air in the emergency department that he needed . she's got this light about her & an eagerness to learn that pairs well with her empathy . frank's learning from her just as much as she's learning from him . his knee bumps her as he takes the spot beside her .

" you holding up okay ? " is how the conversation starts . it's casual enough . deep blue eyes dance across her face to both gauge her emotion & to take note of her soft features ; dark eyes , down the bridge of her nose , the curve of her mouth . it shouldn't even be a thought that crosses his mind . mel's voice pulls him back & he quickly snaps his eyes away from her , reaching to pinch at the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head .

keegan's hands seek out sincere's hips for fingers to press bruises into skin & shove him back down into the mattress , hips snapping forward to thrust the strap deeper into sincere . soft groans are panted out against the shell of his ear & hair sticks to his forehead slick with sweat . the friction against his t-dick with every thrust forward makes his stomach tighten with the building orgasm .

" taking me so fucking good , " his breath is hot against sin's ear & teeth catch the lobe between them before his lips are trailing down the side of his neck . sincere's squirming & whining beneath him , keegan knows he's trying to keep the volume down . the tour bus is silent otherwise & neither of them want complaints from the rest of the band again . keegan's hand moves down to grasp at sincere's thigh just as sin's head lifts for his mouth to press against his shoulder .

whatever argument logan still had building gets caught in his throat & he's visibly taken aback by the accusation . HOW COULD HE SAY THAT ? everything logan's ever done has been for HIM . every song , every sleepless night , everything , everything , everything . the wheels in his brain are constantly turning & it's nothing but an endless cycle of keegan . he thinks about him to an unhealthy degree . stuck in a constant state of panic for him . logan wonders when the day's going to come when they get the call that keegan went too far . at the rate , he's going — it's not a matter of if , it's a matter of when .

the past fucking decade of his life has revolved around keegan who has now just jammed a knife deep , deep into his chest . right through his heart & out of his back with a single sentence . there's no way logan comes back from this .

" go fuck yourself , keegan ! " the pitch of his voice strains his vocal chords & he sucks in a shaky breath , giving a harsh shove to his chest to get him out of his space . he's shaking with anxiety , frustration , boiling hot RAGE . it curls through him like a goddamn wildfire & makes him feel like he's suffocating .

" all i have ever done is give a shit about you ! everything has always been about you ! " another shove . " i cancel fucking shows and i schedule your fucking therapy that you don't even go to and i stay up wondering where the fuck you are every night and you just — " a sob wracks through him & he shakes his head .

a   grin    spreads    across    his    face    &    in   a    rarity   ,    it   actually    touches   his    eyes   .      they    crease    at    the    corners    &     his    head    hangs  ,     hands    burying    into     his   pockets   .    "   oh    don't    put    that    pressure   on   me  .    you   know   i   make    you    regret    everything   .     "     it's    teasing    &    his   head    turns   to   steal   a   glance   to    her  .     the    hospital's   behind   them   ,     still   alive    with    chaos    that    robby    can't    think    about    or    he'll    feel    fucking    guilty    for    leaving   .     

he    already    feels    guilty    enough   .      he    feels    like    there's    too    much   blood   on   his   hands   after    today's    shift   .     too   many   lives    he    couldn't    save   .      his    chest    feels    tight    &     he    sucks    in   a    small    breath   ,     tearing    his    eyes   away   from    heather    to    focus    ahead   of    himself   .       fuck   ,     he's    gotta    get    it    together  .     focus   on    the    positive  .     hard   to   do   when    there's    so   much   shit   weighing   him   down   .     

the    rage    that    ignites   in    his    core    burns   as    white   -    hot    &     unpredictable    as    a    wildfire   .      it     sparks    deep    inside   of    him    &     scorches    his    insides   ,     body    trembling    from    the    excess    of    it   .  DOES    IAN    HAVE   TO    SURROUND    HIMSELF    WITH    FUCKING    IDIOTS    ?      idiots    who    push    every    single    goddamn    button    wes    has    &      finds    new    ones   .       

he     exhales   a     heavy     breath     through    nostrils     &     a    low    growl    builds    in    his    throat   .      he    can't    ground    himself    even   if    he    tried   .      his    eyes    flash   as   a    warning    &    claws    extend    &     he's    crossing    over    to     talbot    before    the    smaller    guy    has    any    chance    to    react   .     

wes    reaches    down    to    grab    him   by   the   throat    &    grips    hard    enough   for    his    claws   to    dig    into    talbot's    skin   ,     blood    seeping    out   of   the    wounds   .     "   i    could    crush    your    fucking    neck     right    now   .     "      he    seethes   ,     chest    rising   &    falling    rapidly    with    the    anger   .      he    sounds    more    animal    than    human    &     looks    it    too   .