Perth couldn't find a word, no word, no damn word in the whole entire fucking dictionary, if he tried it, to describe his feelings right now.
He felt as if someone had pulled out his stomach, maybe even his heart if he possibly had any of that left. He felt so empty and so defeated.
Perth was running, running towards the hospital, trying not to cry because he's had enough of that. He barely heard Saint slam the car door and take off after him.
Perth only had one thing on his mind Bas.
No, Perthe couldn't be in love with Bas, it was impossible, really. Perth was too far, too solid with Saint. Perth didn't feel with Bas, not like he did with his Saint, but Perth cared so much about Bas, so fucking much. Bas was the last piece of Sammy that Perth had.
Selfish, aren't you?, a voice cooed in Perth's head, a horrible voice, but he already knew, knew he was selfish and didn't deserve the love that Bas or Saint or even his family had given him.
He always fucked up.
You're a fuck up, Perth. It's all you'll ever be.
And Perth could only reply with, Tell me something I don't know.
"Bas- I need- Bas Suradet" Perth gasped as he stepped in front of the receptionist desk. It was four in the morning and a few people were asleep here in the lobby. The woman blinked at him before giving him a once-over.
"And you are?"
"My name is Perth Tanapon but I feel as if that's unimportant since my- my... My friend is dying and I just- I need- I have to see him, please."
Perth had stooped extremely low. He never begged.
The woman at the desk move her eyes behind Perth and he turned himself around, spotting a pale-faced Saint.
The older lad stepped up beside Perth, smiling as best as possible at the lady. "It would just be really great if we can go up into that room and see Bas-"
"It's rather early. I'll have to see if he's sleeping or in surgery or-"
"Look" Perth grumbled, shoving Saint's phone in her face. "That's Bas boyfriend, he's texting us now saying Bas is asking for us, so can you fucking please let me go see him?"
The receptionist looked surprised, but she eventually told them the room and floor number- as if Perth hadn't already asked Copter- and they went straight to the elevator.
Perth was anxious, twitching his fingers and biting his lip. The elevator chimed and they darted out, Perth skidding to a halt in front of the right door and pushing it open.
Bas looked a right mess. Copter wasn't any better off.
"Bas," Perth said immediately, stepping forward and taking Bas's ice cold hand. "Bas, look at me. are you alright? Are you-"
"Fine," Bas replied, but his voice was soft for once and he just looked so weak and fragile. "M'fine."
"Excuse me, who are you?"
And Perth hadn't even noticed the nurse by Bas's side.
"I'm... A friend."
"Practically my brother," Bas spoke, smiling weakly and Perth forced himself to smile, forced himself to act like this was all going to be okay.
"Can you guys fill me in?" He asked, looking up at the nurse.
"Well... I don't know who shot me. I know you're going to ask," Bas started. "I was in my office. Something tapped on my window, I turned, I was shot in the stomach. That's all I remember."
