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Title: Don't leave me here [to let you down]
Disclaimer: Not mine. Obviously. I haven't owned a real person yet. Save myself.
Fandom: Real People/American Idol
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Rating: R-ish (language)
Teaser: She offers to go with him, but right now all Adam can do to keep the total fear at bay is keep his mouth shut. If he has to interact with someone who knows him he might just lose his shit completely.
A/N: Written because mrsfjl66 wanted cheering up. I’m almost positive this is still too angsty. But more ridiculous. And in a happy together kind of way. With that happy ending still. CROSSOVER. GA + Ai = I'm pretty sure no one wants to read this except us [good thing we are all that matter.]
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He hasn’t even made it into the shower before his phone starts ringing and doesn’t stop.
Adam has a mouth full of toothpaste, trying to eradicate dreadful morning breath, so he lets the voicemail pick up Brad, then Allison, then Neil. It’s not until his mother’s ringtone fills up the whole bathroom that it occurs to him that something might be wrong.
She knows better than to try and get a hold of him before noon.
“What? What’s happened?” He asks, no “Hello,” because of course his father has had a heart attack, or some terrorist blew up Park Avenue. His life was going too well. He was happy.
“So you haven’t heard? Honey, I’m sorry…”
“What, Mom? Christ. Don’t leave me hanging.”
“Kris was in an accident.”
Adam doesn’t hear much more after that.
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She texts him details, like what time he’s supposed to be at what airport.
She offers to go with him, but right now all Adam can do to keep the total fear at bay is keep his mouth shut. If he has to interact with someone who knows him he might just lose his shit completely.
Kris has to be fine. This so cannot be happening.
It doesn’t even sound real when he reads the article on MSN. American Idol in fatal car crash after a charity concert in Seattle. Kris was just supposed to be gone the weekend. A quick trip, a good deed, in and out. Adam hadn’t taken Kris to the airport, or even been there to say goodbye before Kris left the house. He hadn’t known it might be important that he did so.
He hadn’t known that Kris was stupid enough to get in a Range Rover with someone drunk enough to drive the wrong way down a freeway exit.
If the guy wasn’t already dead Adam would kill him.
The news media is - for once - vague on intimate details. Their whole lives for the last year have been exposed for posterity and public ridicule, but not this. On the way to the airport he can’t get a doctor to tell him anything concrete without consent from the family. It doesn’t seem to matter to them that Kris’ family is in the air already, incommunicado, or that Adam will beat them there by an hour and a half even being the last to know.
No one sits by him on the plane. The first class flight attendants stop asking him if he wants anything the third time he bites their heads off about hot towels and cold drinks.
He could use whiskey, lots of it, or a nice shake to wake up from this nightmare. Neither of which these women can provide.
By the time the wheels hit the ground, Adam is teetering somewhere between desperate and destroyed.
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Woe be it to the man who tries to keep him from Kris. As cute as Adam would probably find him in any other circumstance, the asshole holds his hands out to stop Adam from going any further and Adam could scream.
“Sir, you need to calm down. Your friend needs surgery. He’s unconscious. You are not a blood relative so I’m asking you to wait calmly until his family - ”
“I am his family.” Adam manages, with an accompanying shove that probably wouldn’t have been a good idea if the doctor wasn’t actually a nice guy.
In retrospect, maybe getting kicked out isn’t going to achieve his goal of seeing Kris for himself.
Then there are actual tears in his eyes and a blonde, female doctor - who is possibly cuter than the dark haired male one - dares to touch his arm in comfort. “Mr. Lambert, I’m very sorry. Dr. Sheppard and I are only following hospital protocol. As soon as Mr. Allen’s family arrives we will let you know more.”
“Is he going to be okay? Can you tell me that much? Can you tell me anything except the fact that you are bastards who won’t let me see my best friend before he has fucking BRAIN surgery?”
If Dr. Stevens is scared at his outburst she doesn’t show it. He supposes it’s not her first time at the rodeo. In fact, Hot brain guy seems convinced she can handle him all by herself and walks away, without so much as a nod from his perfectly styled head.
“That guy is a dick.”
The woman’s laugh isn’t insulting, just amused. “Actually, no, no he’s not. He left because he knows I don’t have as strict a professional code when it comes to matters of the heart. Come with me.”
Adam kind of loves her when she motions out of the waiting room.
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He kind of hates her when she leaves him alone with Kris. Bruised and broken, coma Kris - who’s cold to the touch because of the overactive hospital AC.
“Oh fucking hell, Kristopher. You can’t do this to me. You can’t.” He whispers, like the sound of his normal speaking voice might be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. Too much for Kris in this fragile state.
He was thrown from the car. Thrown. Adam wishes somebody else would get here already so he wouldn’t have to be the strong one.
Kris would be so much better at this. It should be Adam lying in the bed. He’s the one who still parties too much and makes bad decisions. He’s the one who should live fast and die hard.
He can’t think about Kris leaving a good looking corpse. That can’t be the way this ends.
“Please, please, babe, hang in there. Do it for me. What would I do without you?” He kisses the palm of Kris’ limp hand and holds his lips there, breathing in the familiar smell of soap and country boy, reveling in the perpetual texture shift of guitar string roughed finger pads giving way to the soft inside of knuckles that probably never threw a punch for the wrong reasons.
Sometimes it seems impossible that they’ve only known each other for a year and a half. Sometimes Kris feels like a part of Adam yanked out by unkind hands. He only stops short of wanting to swallow Kris whole again because he likes being able to look at Kris, to stare at honest eyes and wait for the curve of happy lips.
“Please. I love you.”
He’s never said it out loud before, never that clearly.
This can’t be the first and last.
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Izzie, “just call me Izzie,” shows Adam where to get coffee when the Allen clan finally gets there. Every one of them is crying more than the next so he volunteers to make the run, to leave them to beg and pray in peace, the way he’s been trying to for hours.
Removed slightly from the chaos he recognizes some 19E suits hanging around in the lobby, sees the chick Kris is touring with, most of her entourage, and just barely manages to avoid all.
It’s Katy that jumps up to help pass out the beverages when he gets back. Katy who is completely calm, a mini-Kris ready and able to keep them all together.
“You were perfect for one another.”
Katy who smiles sadly and puts her cup on the floor so her arms are free to wrap around him. “And yet not really.”
He buries his face in the crook of her neck the way he always does with Kris, grateful for the difference of long hair to hide the horrible sight of his anguished sobs, if not the sound of them.
“Shhhhh, he would never leave us. I promise, Adam. He would never leave you, not after everything he did so you guys could be together.”
She shouldn’t promise. She doesn’t have that kind of power. She shouldn’t love them both,still. “I’m sorry, K. I’m so sorry. Maybe if he was still with -”
Her squeeze cuts off his air and the apology, the desired effect, Adam is sure.
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Derek, “we got off on the wrong foot, Derek,” saw the show and thinks what they have “is special”. That’s what he says five hours later, when Kris is out of surgery, when the Allens are all huddled up together in the hospital chapel and it’s nothing left but the non-believers.
Adam stands alone at the foot of the bed, still waiting for some sign that Kris plans on ever waking up.
“He’s been through a severe trauma. Time will tell. There’s no reason to believe he won’t make a full recovery.” Empty words, carefully selected to neither take away, nor give hope.
He just wants proof that Kris can hear him, feel his touch. He doesn’t think he will be able to let go until Kris does.
“I have a friend like that.” Derek says, in a way that makes Adam believe he really does. “I’ll go find his parents. Let them know you’re committed to the late shift if they want to see about finding a hotel.”
Adam nods and then it’s just them again. “Hey, slacker. Just wait until you wake up. You’re going to have one hell of a hangover. I take back everything I said about switching places with you. They fucked your hair up, like woah.”
There’s no laughter. Just the sound of heart monitors and muffled noise from the nearest nurse’s station.
“What? You don’t think I’m funny anymore? Well we will see about that. I can wait you out. Besides, we are fighting. I’m not leaving until you tell me what you were doing driving around with strange boys in the middle of the night.”
He knows now, that munchkin Erin McCarley told him her bass player had the munchies. She told him that Kris wouldn’t let her drummer go alone because he “wasn’t that good with directions.” Adam knows that even though Kris was too tired to drive himself, he thought he could at least help him find the diner that was supposed to be “too phenomenal to skip if you find yourself anywhere near the space needle.”
“I want to hear about this fucking awesome pie. Really, Kristopher. I’m not leaving until you describe every last bite.”
He’s not mad. His insides are just still twisted into pretzels of fear and regret.
He should have told Kris before now. This isn’t what it should have taken to make him realize Kris is all that matters.
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After two days Adam is a little peeved. At anyone who will stand still in front of him.
Izzie and Derek, and even the dark haired woman who looks a little too tough to dare being peeved at. She’s not even on Kris’ case, just a part of the seemingly endless gossip cycle of Seattle Grace.
“You the boyfriend?,” a new one asks on Thursday, another one that looks more like a model than a doctor.
Adam only nods, sipping the venti Frap his mother brought him when she finally wouldn’t take no for an answer and flew up.
“We all recognize you from that show. Don’t let the nurses fool you. They are heartbroken.” The guy produces a hand for Adam to shake. “I’m Dr. Mark Sloan. Plastics. Sorry we had to meet this way. Derek says it should be any day now.”
On a good day, Adam might take the hand and attempt cordiality. It’s been the shittiest week ever, so he doesn’t appreciate any of it. “Nice. Trying to charm the celebrity. Well I don’t want a nose job, Doc, and I have enough friends.”
Mark, “Sorry I had to meet you this way, Mark” actually smirks at the show of aggression.
“Derek said I would like you. We’ve been best friends for decades, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that he was right.”
Oh -
The continued smirk cranks up the wattage at Adam’s speechlessness and this place really is a soap opera. It’s got everything. Affairs, fights, explosions, heteros turned Lesbian and enough gay subtext to make a fangirl squeal.
“Derek says a lot of things I’ve yet to see the truth in. Kris still hasn’t opened his eyes. I’m -”
Adam wants to backtrack a little and change the pronoun, mention Kris’ mother, or father, or even Katy, make this not so much about him. He can’t though. The truth is he’s a selfish bastard that doesn’t care who else may be afraid of losing Kris. “I’m losing it.”
“I can imagine.” Mark says, and the thing is - Adam buys it.
“Thanks.”
Mark throws a real pillow at him, that until this moment Adam hadn’t even noticed he had. “Follow me, I’ll show you to the on-call room. It’s just next door. I’ll let the nurses know to page you like the real thing the second he needs you.”
Adam is sure if anyone else, at any other time, had suggested it he would have said "no" flat out.
Instead he does as he’s told.
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They really do page him to Room 2103.
After about an hour, the first honest to God hour of uninterrupted sleep he’s gotten in a week, he wakes up to his name on the loud speaker.
He’s across the hall in four seconds.
The sight of honey brown Kris eyes is enough to make him hit his knees. The way they fill with worry does more to comfort Adam than any assurance ever could. Kris will always lie and say he feels better than he does, but he can’t fake his nature.
A Kris that is more concerned for everyone else is a normal Kris.
“Hi.”
“You son of a…wonderful, dear woman. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”
Adam is across the room and breathing in alive, awake Kris before new tears can fall.
Gently. Very gently he buries himself in Kris’ moving shoulder.
“Hey, what’s this? I’m fine. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m fine. Why are you crying?” Kris pulls him away just as softly, in order to accomplish the task of running his thumbs over Adam’s face. “Please stop crying.”
That just makes Adam cry harder. “I love you.”
The confused and pained look on Kris’ face just gets worse. “Okay, now you are scaring me. My head really hurts, a half a dozen doctors just disappeared the second you walked in, and you aren’t wearing any makeup. What happened? Am I dead? I always suspected heaven might be full of freckles and Adam Lambert 'I love you’s'.”
Adam laughs hard, so fucking relieved that it almost hurts as much as the anticipation of the worst.
“Less crying though. Stop crying. Heaven isn’t supposed to be sad.”
He can’t help but chance the kiss, take what’s his, what Adam will never take for granted again. “I’m not sad.”
He’s not. He’s never been so happy in his life.
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Before Kris is discharged everyone - absolutely everyone - has to come by and meet him. The story of Adam’s insanity and devotion become epic tales that Adam is sure Kris will want to write hopelessly emo love songs about.
“I’m telling you. Everyone in this hospital is a complete busy-body. Don’t believe anything they say. They’re drama junkies.”
“God, you are so much cuter when you smile.” Dr. Lexie Gray offers, all dreamy like she kind of wants Adam to sign her copy of Details magazine. “You’re so lucky.”
Adam quits rolling his eyes just in time to catch Kris blush and admit as much. He has to admit that the people here are a lot nicer than they have to be. He normally hates hospitals and he’s practically lived in this one for weeks. Adam should apologize for being such an ass.
“We’re lucky.” Kris corrects, then because he’s always one step ahead he’s thanking everyone for everything they did to keep Adam together. “And thank you, Dr. Sheppard, for fixing me. Anything I can do to repay you.”
Free concert tickets for life probably wouldn’t cover it, but Adam agrees.
After all, the man saved both their lives.
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Disclaimer: Not mine. Obviously. I haven't owned a real person yet. Save myself.
Fandom: Real People/American Idol
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Rating: R-ish (language)
Teaser: She offers to go with him, but right now all Adam can do to keep the total fear at bay is keep his mouth shut. If he has to interact with someone who knows him he might just lose his shit completely.
A/N: Written because mrsfjl66 wanted cheering up. I’m almost positive this is still too angsty. But more ridiculous. And in a happy together kind of way. With that happy ending still. CROSSOVER. GA + Ai = I'm pretty sure no one wants to read this except us [good thing we are all that matter.]
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He hasn’t even made it into the shower before his phone starts ringing and doesn’t stop.
Adam has a mouth full of toothpaste, trying to eradicate dreadful morning breath, so he lets the voicemail pick up Brad, then Allison, then Neil. It’s not until his mother’s ringtone fills up the whole bathroom that it occurs to him that something might be wrong.
She knows better than to try and get a hold of him before noon.
“What? What’s happened?” He asks, no “Hello,” because of course his father has had a heart attack, or some terrorist blew up Park Avenue. His life was going too well. He was happy.
“So you haven’t heard? Honey, I’m sorry…”
“What, Mom? Christ. Don’t leave me hanging.”
“Kris was in an accident.”
Adam doesn’t hear much more after that.
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She texts him details, like what time he’s supposed to be at what airport.
She offers to go with him, but right now all Adam can do to keep the total fear at bay is keep his mouth shut. If he has to interact with someone who knows him he might just lose his shit completely.
Kris has to be fine. This so cannot be happening.
It doesn’t even sound real when he reads the article on MSN. American Idol in fatal car crash after a charity concert in Seattle. Kris was just supposed to be gone the weekend. A quick trip, a good deed, in and out. Adam hadn’t taken Kris to the airport, or even been there to say goodbye before Kris left the house. He hadn’t known it might be important that he did so.
He hadn’t known that Kris was stupid enough to get in a Range Rover with someone drunk enough to drive the wrong way down a freeway exit.
If the guy wasn’t already dead Adam would kill him.
The news media is - for once - vague on intimate details. Their whole lives for the last year have been exposed for posterity and public ridicule, but not this. On the way to the airport he can’t get a doctor to tell him anything concrete without consent from the family. It doesn’t seem to matter to them that Kris’ family is in the air already, incommunicado, or that Adam will beat them there by an hour and a half even being the last to know.
No one sits by him on the plane. The first class flight attendants stop asking him if he wants anything the third time he bites their heads off about hot towels and cold drinks.
He could use whiskey, lots of it, or a nice shake to wake up from this nightmare. Neither of which these women can provide.
By the time the wheels hit the ground, Adam is teetering somewhere between desperate and destroyed.
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Woe be it to the man who tries to keep him from Kris. As cute as Adam would probably find him in any other circumstance, the asshole holds his hands out to stop Adam from going any further and Adam could scream.
“Sir, you need to calm down. Your friend needs surgery. He’s unconscious. You are not a blood relative so I’m asking you to wait calmly until his family - ”
“I am his family.” Adam manages, with an accompanying shove that probably wouldn’t have been a good idea if the doctor wasn’t actually a nice guy.
In retrospect, maybe getting kicked out isn’t going to achieve his goal of seeing Kris for himself.
Then there are actual tears in his eyes and a blonde, female doctor - who is possibly cuter than the dark haired male one - dares to touch his arm in comfort. “Mr. Lambert, I’m very sorry. Dr. Sheppard and I are only following hospital protocol. As soon as Mr. Allen’s family arrives we will let you know more.”
“Is he going to be okay? Can you tell me that much? Can you tell me anything except the fact that you are bastards who won’t let me see my best friend before he has fucking BRAIN surgery?”
If Dr. Stevens is scared at his outburst she doesn’t show it. He supposes it’s not her first time at the rodeo. In fact, Hot brain guy seems convinced she can handle him all by herself and walks away, without so much as a nod from his perfectly styled head.
“That guy is a dick.”
The woman’s laugh isn’t insulting, just amused. “Actually, no, no he’s not. He left because he knows I don’t have as strict a professional code when it comes to matters of the heart. Come with me.”
Adam kind of loves her when she motions out of the waiting room.
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He kind of hates her when she leaves him alone with Kris. Bruised and broken, coma Kris - who’s cold to the touch because of the overactive hospital AC.
“Oh fucking hell, Kristopher. You can’t do this to me. You can’t.” He whispers, like the sound of his normal speaking voice might be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. Too much for Kris in this fragile state.
He was thrown from the car. Thrown. Adam wishes somebody else would get here already so he wouldn’t have to be the strong one.
Kris would be so much better at this. It should be Adam lying in the bed. He’s the one who still parties too much and makes bad decisions. He’s the one who should live fast and die hard.
He can’t think about Kris leaving a good looking corpse. That can’t be the way this ends.
“Please, please, babe, hang in there. Do it for me. What would I do without you?” He kisses the palm of Kris’ limp hand and holds his lips there, breathing in the familiar smell of soap and country boy, reveling in the perpetual texture shift of guitar string roughed finger pads giving way to the soft inside of knuckles that probably never threw a punch for the wrong reasons.
Sometimes it seems impossible that they’ve only known each other for a year and a half. Sometimes Kris feels like a part of Adam yanked out by unkind hands. He only stops short of wanting to swallow Kris whole again because he likes being able to look at Kris, to stare at honest eyes and wait for the curve of happy lips.
“Please. I love you.”
He’s never said it out loud before, never that clearly.
This can’t be the first and last.
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Izzie, “just call me Izzie,” shows Adam where to get coffee when the Allen clan finally gets there. Every one of them is crying more than the next so he volunteers to make the run, to leave them to beg and pray in peace, the way he’s been trying to for hours.
Removed slightly from the chaos he recognizes some 19E suits hanging around in the lobby, sees the chick Kris is touring with, most of her entourage, and just barely manages to avoid all.
It’s Katy that jumps up to help pass out the beverages when he gets back. Katy who is completely calm, a mini-Kris ready and able to keep them all together.
“You were perfect for one another.”
Katy who smiles sadly and puts her cup on the floor so her arms are free to wrap around him. “And yet not really.”
He buries his face in the crook of her neck the way he always does with Kris, grateful for the difference of long hair to hide the horrible sight of his anguished sobs, if not the sound of them.
“Shhhhh, he would never leave us. I promise, Adam. He would never leave you, not after everything he did so you guys could be together.”
She shouldn’t promise. She doesn’t have that kind of power. She shouldn’t love them both,still. “I’m sorry, K. I’m so sorry. Maybe if he was still with -”
Her squeeze cuts off his air and the apology, the desired effect, Adam is sure.
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Derek, “we got off on the wrong foot, Derek,” saw the show and thinks what they have “is special”. That’s what he says five hours later, when Kris is out of surgery, when the Allens are all huddled up together in the hospital chapel and it’s nothing left but the non-believers.
Adam stands alone at the foot of the bed, still waiting for some sign that Kris plans on ever waking up.
“He’s been through a severe trauma. Time will tell. There’s no reason to believe he won’t make a full recovery.” Empty words, carefully selected to neither take away, nor give hope.
He just wants proof that Kris can hear him, feel his touch. He doesn’t think he will be able to let go until Kris does.
“I have a friend like that.” Derek says, in a way that makes Adam believe he really does. “I’ll go find his parents. Let them know you’re committed to the late shift if they want to see about finding a hotel.”
Adam nods and then it’s just them again. “Hey, slacker. Just wait until you wake up. You’re going to have one hell of a hangover. I take back everything I said about switching places with you. They fucked your hair up, like woah.”
There’s no laughter. Just the sound of heart monitors and muffled noise from the nearest nurse’s station.
“What? You don’t think I’m funny anymore? Well we will see about that. I can wait you out. Besides, we are fighting. I’m not leaving until you tell me what you were doing driving around with strange boys in the middle of the night.”
He knows now, that munchkin Erin McCarley told him her bass player had the munchies. She told him that Kris wouldn’t let her drummer go alone because he “wasn’t that good with directions.” Adam knows that even though Kris was too tired to drive himself, he thought he could at least help him find the diner that was supposed to be “too phenomenal to skip if you find yourself anywhere near the space needle.”
“I want to hear about this fucking awesome pie. Really, Kristopher. I’m not leaving until you describe every last bite.”
He’s not mad. His insides are just still twisted into pretzels of fear and regret.
He should have told Kris before now. This isn’t what it should have taken to make him realize Kris is all that matters.
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After two days Adam is a little peeved. At anyone who will stand still in front of him.
Izzie and Derek, and even the dark haired woman who looks a little too tough to dare being peeved at. She’s not even on Kris’ case, just a part of the seemingly endless gossip cycle of Seattle Grace.
“You the boyfriend?,” a new one asks on Thursday, another one that looks more like a model than a doctor.
Adam only nods, sipping the venti Frap his mother brought him when she finally wouldn’t take no for an answer and flew up.
“We all recognize you from that show. Don’t let the nurses fool you. They are heartbroken.” The guy produces a hand for Adam to shake. “I’m Dr. Mark Sloan. Plastics. Sorry we had to meet this way. Derek says it should be any day now.”
On a good day, Adam might take the hand and attempt cordiality. It’s been the shittiest week ever, so he doesn’t appreciate any of it. “Nice. Trying to charm the celebrity. Well I don’t want a nose job, Doc, and I have enough friends.”
Mark, “Sorry I had to meet you this way, Mark” actually smirks at the show of aggression.
“Derek said I would like you. We’ve been best friends for decades, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that he was right.”
Oh -
The continued smirk cranks up the wattage at Adam’s speechlessness and this place really is a soap opera. It’s got everything. Affairs, fights, explosions, heteros turned Lesbian and enough gay subtext to make a fangirl squeal.
“Derek says a lot of things I’ve yet to see the truth in. Kris still hasn’t opened his eyes. I’m -”
Adam wants to backtrack a little and change the pronoun, mention Kris’ mother, or father, or even Katy, make this not so much about him. He can’t though. The truth is he’s a selfish bastard that doesn’t care who else may be afraid of losing Kris. “I’m losing it.”
“I can imagine.” Mark says, and the thing is - Adam buys it.
“Thanks.”
Mark throws a real pillow at him, that until this moment Adam hadn’t even noticed he had. “Follow me, I’ll show you to the on-call room. It’s just next door. I’ll let the nurses know to page you like the real thing the second he needs you.”
Adam is sure if anyone else, at any other time, had suggested it he would have said "no" flat out.
Instead he does as he’s told.
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They really do page him to Room 2103.
After about an hour, the first honest to God hour of uninterrupted sleep he’s gotten in a week, he wakes up to his name on the loud speaker.
He’s across the hall in four seconds.
The sight of honey brown Kris eyes is enough to make him hit his knees. The way they fill with worry does more to comfort Adam than any assurance ever could. Kris will always lie and say he feels better than he does, but he can’t fake his nature.
A Kris that is more concerned for everyone else is a normal Kris.
“Hi.”
“You son of a…wonderful, dear woman. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”
Adam is across the room and breathing in alive, awake Kris before new tears can fall.
Gently. Very gently he buries himself in Kris’ moving shoulder.
“Hey, what’s this? I’m fine. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m fine. Why are you crying?” Kris pulls him away just as softly, in order to accomplish the task of running his thumbs over Adam’s face. “Please stop crying.”
That just makes Adam cry harder. “I love you.”
The confused and pained look on Kris’ face just gets worse. “Okay, now you are scaring me. My head really hurts, a half a dozen doctors just disappeared the second you walked in, and you aren’t wearing any makeup. What happened? Am I dead? I always suspected heaven might be full of freckles and Adam Lambert 'I love you’s'.”
Adam laughs hard, so fucking relieved that it almost hurts as much as the anticipation of the worst.
“Less crying though. Stop crying. Heaven isn’t supposed to be sad.”
He can’t help but chance the kiss, take what’s his, what Adam will never take for granted again. “I’m not sad.”
He’s not. He’s never been so happy in his life.
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Before Kris is discharged everyone - absolutely everyone - has to come by and meet him. The story of Adam’s insanity and devotion become epic tales that Adam is sure Kris will want to write hopelessly emo love songs about.
“I’m telling you. Everyone in this hospital is a complete busy-body. Don’t believe anything they say. They’re drama junkies.”
“God, you are so much cuter when you smile.” Dr. Lexie Gray offers, all dreamy like she kind of wants Adam to sign her copy of Details magazine. “You’re so lucky.”
Adam quits rolling his eyes just in time to catch Kris blush and admit as much. He has to admit that the people here are a lot nicer than they have to be. He normally hates hospitals and he’s practically lived in this one for weeks. Adam should apologize for being such an ass.
“We’re lucky.” Kris corrects, then because he’s always one step ahead he’s thanking everyone for everything they did to keep Adam together. “And thank you, Dr. Sheppard, for fixing me. Anything I can do to repay you.”
Free concert tickets for life probably wouldn’t cover it, but Adam agrees.
After all, the man saved both their lives.
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