You're sitting in the hospital waiting room, listening in on the chatter between the doctors and nurses about Clapton's health, though all your brain is focusing on is the beeping of the heart rate monitor, it's sharp 'beep! beep! beep!' Noises that crush your soul, every last one reminding you of who's in there. The boy you love, with your whole heart, yet you still don't know if he feels the same, I mean, he can't, right?

Doctor: hushed whispers who are this kid's parents? Where are they? Why would they let him try to destroy himself like that, the amount of medications he had in him was... a lot!! I mean, that guy there, I guess, but he isn't old enough to be a parent??

Nurse: whispering back He could be a friend, smartass, not everyone has to be all so important to someone, do they??

The doctor shoots the nurse a glare, trying to remind her to keep the snarkiness down. To no avail, she doesn't seem to care that he's in charge

Doctor: Hey, kid, what are your relations to.. er... checking his clipboard Clapton... Davis...

He's staring directly at you. He wants an answer, and by the looks of it, he wants it right now. Though you don't really hear him, considering that the beeping of the heart rate monitor is starting to drown your thoughts, what if it just... flatlines? what happens then? Is it just over, I mean, what else would there be to do, he's all you ever really are, you need him, without him, you're... not you, just a husk of what you really are, were.

Doctor: Hello??? Is anybody in there?? Answer me!! I don't have the patience for this, I could be doing much better things than trying to find out who you are!!