Jock Next Bed (BL)
Chapter 198: Insane motherf*cker in love

Chapter 198: Insane motherf*cker in love

Chris’s smart watch beeped erratically.

His mind instantly went to Sky. He had been trying so hard to reach him—calling, texting, desperately hoping for a sign, anything that would let him know Sky was okay. But now, hearing this from Cory made the pit in his stomach deepen.

Cory shrugged, not understanding the gravity of Chris’s reaction. "Apparently, he wasn’t the first one to come up claiming that, so they took him in. More security problems, I guess."

Chris froze. His body went cold, and a deep panic surged through him. "Wait, wait, you mean... he is here. And they took him? They didn’t let him in?"

Cory didn’t respond immediately. He was still thinking through the pieces of information, but Chris’s growing panic couldn’t be ignored. Without a second thought, Chris grabbed Wilson’s phone from the table, his hands trembling as he scrolled through the messages. "Wilson, where’s the photo? The one of Sky I sent you before."

Wilson glanced at Chris, a bit surprised by his urgency, but he took the phone and immediately started scrolling through it. He found the photo and handed it over to Cory without saying a word.

He watched Cory’s face carefully as he stared at the photo. The silence stretched on, Cory taking his time to consider the image.

Finally, Cory nodded slowly, confirming what Chris had feared. "Yeah, that’s him. The same guy I saw."

Chris felt his stomach drop. It was Sky—Sky, who had been trying so desperately to see him!

Chris’s mind was spiraling now, images of Sky being dragged away, of him panicking, lost and alone, flashing before his eyes. He stood up abruptly, yanking the IV out of his arm without even thinking. The sharp pain barely registered as he scrambled to his feet.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wilson’s voice was sharp, but Chris barely heard him as he fumbled for the phone again, his fingers shaking as he tried to call Sky even though he knew it wouldn’t connect.

"Chris, stop," Wilson said, grabbing his arm to stop him, but Chris tore his arm away.

"I need to find him," Chris whispered, more to himself than anyone else. "I need to make sure he’s okay."

Cory, who had been silent, finally spoke up. "Chris, calm down. If security took him, they probably just needed to question him or something. Maybe it was a misunderstanding."

But Chris wasn’t listening. He couldn’t calm down, not with the thought of Sky—his Sky—being taken away, possibly lost and confused, somewhere out of reach. He couldn’t sit still. He couldn’t breathe.

"I can’t just sit here," Chris said, more forcefully this time, his voice breaking. "I have to go find him. If that is really him and he is here—"

Wilson’s grip on Chris tightened, stopping him in his tracks. "Listen to me," he said, his voice calm but firm. "I’ll handle this. You need to rest. Trust me, okay?"

Chris’s breath was shallow, and panic still gripped him. "But—"

"If that really was Sky, do you want to meet him looking like a mess?" Wilson cut him off, a hint of frustration in his voice. "You’re not going to help anyone if you’re running around in a hospital gown and looking like you’ve been through a war zone. Stay here. Rest. Let me take care of it."

Chris opened his mouth to argue, but Wilson wasn’t having it. He leaned in closer, his eyes locked with Chris’s. "Do you trust me?"

Chris hesitated for only a moment. "No."

Wilson smirked, shaking his head. "You’re an insane motherfucker in love." Then he turned serious. "Stay here. I’ll get him for you—if that’s him. In the meantime, go put on some makeup or style your hair or whatever. Just don’t look like you crawled out of a hospital bed. You owe it to yourself, and him."

Chris stood there for a moment, still conflicted, but Wilson’s confidence was hard to ignore. Finally, he nodded, though he still felt uneasy. "Fine," he muttered. "Don’t take long."

Wilson turned to Cory then, who had been quietly watching the back-and-forth. "You. Look after your cousin. Don’t let him do anything stupid."

Cory gave a small nod, a little confused but understanding the urgency in Wilson’s tone. "Got it," he said.

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Chris’s heart pounded in his chest as he paced around the room, his mind racing. His hands were shaking as he turned to Cory for what felt like the hundredth time. "Are you sure? You really saw him?" he asked again, his voice a little too sharp, too desperate.

Cory sat there, legs crossed, watching him with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Chris, yes, I’m sure. He said he knew you and wanted to see you. I don’t know what else you want me to say."

But Chris couldn’t stop the torrent of thoughts that flooded his mind. ’Sky came for me?’ The idea was so surreal, so impossible, that it felt like a dream. There was no way he could be here. Not after everything. After the rumors, the gossip, the mess they had both been tangled in.

And yet, a part of him—the part he had been hiding from—wanted to believe it. He wanted to believe that Sky cared about him enough to fight through all the obstacles, the chaos, just to see him. To be with him.

Chris stopped pacing for a moment, his chest tight as he leaned against the side of the bed. His mind spiraled. What had Sky gone through to get here? The thought of Sky possibly enduring the same things he had, just to be close to him, hit him like a wave. Chris closed his eyes, wishing he could shake the fear and uncertainty gnawing at him.

’What if it was all too much for him? What if I never see him again?’

The panic gripped him tighter, and he found himself back on his feet, moving once more. The room felt too small, too suffocating.