Never coming home

I got back to my apartment and sighed, falling on the couch.
'He'll be fine. Bob's gone. He's ok'
I told myself. But I couldn't quite believe myself.
Coffee. I need coffee.
I got up and walked to the kitchen.
No coffee.
I groaned and grabbed my keys and wallet, walking out of my apartment building and down to the store.
I heard sirens. Ambulance sirens close by. I followed the sound and found them. I recognized the building.
Franks apartment.
I ran to the nearest medic
"what happened?"
"Well some guy was found in his bathroom by the landlord.
Overdosed on anti-depressants"
i shakily walked away and started running to the ambulances, looking for frank.
I found him in one of the trucks.
He was on a stretcher with an oxygen mask around his nose an mouth. He looked so pale and lifeless.
I started to get in but I was stopped by a medic
"are you family?"
I bit my lip. I can't leave frank alone like this.
"I'm his boyfriend"
i lied and they let me on.
I sat next to frank and they drove us to the hospital

Notes

Sorry these are so short. I'm sick so I'm off of school but still can't focus enough to write longer chapters.
And btw don't watch Sherlock. Shit fucked me up!