Silver Flash #8 It's that time again people. Time to Flash. This week's prompt is: It’s 4AM…
It's One of those Nights
He must’ve looked at the clock sitting on the nightstand a million times. His hand ran across the pillow the same pillow where, just last night, his lover’s head rested next to his after they’d made passionate love.
Once again he looked at the clock. “It’s 4AM, where are you Tom?” His shift ended about two hours ago, he should have been home by now.
There was no way he’d be able to go to sleep so Ben got out of bed and padded downstairs to the kitchen and started the coffeemaker.
He should have known dating a firefighter wasn’t going to be easy. They’re was no schedules that was set in stone, he was often on call and the thing Ben dreaded the most was getting a phone call telling him something happened to Tom.
He turned on the TV and saw a report of a five-alarm blaze. Tom’s station was called, among other firefighters from other squads.
“The firefighters are struggling to contain the fire.” The reporter stated. “Part of the roof collapsed and several firefighters were injured. They were taken to a nearby hospital for treatment. No word of how seriously they were hurt has been reported.”
Ben shut the TV off and grabbed his car keys; his heart was racing at the thought that Tom could be one of those injured.
The ER was buzzing with activity, Ben looked around for a familiar face. “Excuse me, is Tom Mathers here?” A nurse hurried by him.
He spotted Tom’s friend and fellow firefighter standing in the hallway. “Harry? Harry is Tom here?”
“He’s back there, cubicle two, he’s….” Harry never got a chance to finish; Ben was walking briskly down the hallway.
Ben took a deep breath and pulled back the curtain. “Tom?”
“Ben?” the man was sitting on an exam table. “What are you doing here?”
“I heard about the fire on the news. “Ben sat down next to him, his eyes scanning his body. “Are you okay?” He felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin.
“I’m okay, I just broke my finger.” Tom held up his right hand, a splint was taped to his ring and pinkie fingers.
Ben started laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes.
“I’m glad my broken fingers are a laugh riot.”
“I’m..” Ben fought to catch his breath. “I’m sorry, babe, I’m not laughing at you.” He gently picked up Tom’s right hand and kissed it. “I was so scared that something happened to you.” He went from laughter to the verge of tears when images of Tom dying in a burning building crossed his mind.
“I’m okay, sweetheart.” Tom reached out and grabbed Ben by the back of his head and kissed his lips.
The firehouse knew Tom was gay and no one had a problem with it.
“I know how dangerous your job is, I can’t help worrying about you.” Ben squeezed Tom’s other hand.
“I love you,” he kissed Tom.
“Let’s go home,” Tom got up and buttoned up his shirt. “I want to who you how much I love you.”
They went home, Tom was on medical leave until his hand healed up, in the meantime the two men didn’t waste anytime showing each other how they felt.
Other Flashers this week
Lindsay Klug (m/f)
Pia Valeno (m/m)
Rj Scott (m/m)
Victoria Blisse (m/f)
Julie Hayes (m/m)
Pender Mackie (m/m)
Sui Lynn (m/m)
Ryssa Edwards (m/m)