You are so beautiful

"Hey Eddy"

"What?"

"Could you umm... see if I have like anything on my back?"

"Why???"

"Somewhere here." Brett ignored Eddy's question and rolled up his t-shirt pointing his shoulder blades.

"Umm you have something like two red bruises. Or bites? I don't know. You hit something?"

"No. It just hurts. Ouch, don't touch!"

"Sorry.."

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For the next couple of days Brett would just lay on the couch and complain about his sore back. It was strange though. Brett never ever complained about anything. And someting like two little bruises? Eddy was getting sick of this. And shouldn't these bruises or whatever it was dissapear in like three days? That was strange.

Eddy adjusted his headphones. He scrolled through his spotify. Nah, enough of this classical. He put on IU. He needed something to cheer him up. Atmosphere at home was rather depressing due too Brett's mood. It wasn't his fault obviously. Eddy walked along the street humming the song. He was coming back from the store. Normally they would go there together, but now Brett could barely stand. They should go to the doctor probably, but Brett didn't want to. If he don't get any better soon Eddy will just force him to go. They can't just wait and do nothing.

What hit his ears when he took off the headphones was dead silence. Was Brett sleeping? Eddy froze when he entered their living room. Brett was laying on the floor and it was obvious that he had fallen down. 

"Brett!!!" Eddy aproached his friend and shook his shoulder. And WTF?!???? Was there wings? Yes, two white wings. Brett looked like a dead angel. Eddy was so shocked that he didn't do anything while his brain was connecting the dots. So that was this thing with pain in back, huh? That kinda made sense. Back to reality. Was he breathing? Fortunately, yes. He should call the ambulance anyway. But what on earth was he supposed to say? "Hello, my best friend fainted and got wings. You know like a bird, white, feathery." No, thanks. Eddy touched Brett's hand. It was cold. Like, really cold. He took the other too and tried to warm they in his own hands. He wondered when this happened. Could be ten minutes or an hour before, who knows. And when Brett was going to be back to counsciousness. He should put Brett in recovery position, but was too afraid to move him. Why is his faze so icy? He will freeze. Like Elsa or something. Eddy went to his bedroom to grab a blanket for Brett. Then covered him gently. He sat down besides and waited.

Half-hour passed, although for Eddy it felt like ages. Finally he saw a movement under a blanket.

"Brett?"

Brett's eyes opened slowly.

"You are finally awake!"

"What happened?" Brett rubbed his eyes.

"You fainted. I mean. I don't know, coz I wasn't here and haven't seen anything, but when I came back I found you lying here like that. You scared me af. "

"Really?"

"Yes. How are you feeling? You remember anything?"

"Umm... My head hurts.. a little. And... umm.. I remember... I remember..."Brett tried to sit up but his arms was trembling so without Eddy's help he would fall down on the floor again.

"It's okay if you don't remember." Eddy was still holding Brett's shoulders.

"No, wait. ... Let me think."

"I got it" Brett raised up his pointing finger like he tended to do. "My back hurt like hell and I got up to get my phone... to call you... . That's it."