Why? | Phan | Under rewriting

Chris

Chris’s POV

 

“I hope he’s alright” I sniffed quietly in the small waiting room at the hospital. The supposedly white room was more a brown-ish colour than white because of all the little kids dirtying the walls. The old armchair I was sat in was incredibly uncomfortable and the food tasted more like mush than something edible. Yeah, this hospital was extremely appealing for somewhere that was supposed to cater for the sick.

Peej was sat where for most people would have been uncomfortably close, but to me he was like a pillow.

 “Peeeeeeeeeej” I whined, “I’m huuuuuuunnnnnggrrrryyyy”. I wasn’t actually that hungry to be completely honest, I just wanted to get a bit of attention from the man sitting next to me.  He shifted in his seat, sighing as he turned to me.

“Did we not just eat almost 10 minutes ago? How can you possibly be hungry already?” He groaned, rolling his eyes at me. I put on my best puppy eyes I could at that point in time, hoping to at least maintain some from of conversation between us. I was fairly happy when he saw past my charade though.

“Chris, I know that you aren’t hungry, I’m not stupid. Yeah, you eat like a pig, but if you were really that hungry you would have gotten up and pulled me out of my seat by now.” He sassed, “So I have come to the conclusion that you are either incredibly tired, or bored. I’m going to stick with the latter if that’s alright”

With continuing the discussion in my head I decided it was about time to bring up the whole ‘Phil’ thing. Phil has been a friend of mine since, I don’t know, forever. I introduced him to Pj a couple of years ago, and the three of us have been as thick as mud ever since. It was Peej and I who helped Phil through his parent’s death all those months ago, and I didn’t plan on going through that again. But know it seemed I would have to.  I am starting to regret this whole thing about taking him to places because of his sexuality. I’m not sure if my motives were based on me trying to hide something deep inside or just for something to do.  

“Do you think Phil ended up buying someone?” Peej asked, continuing the little chat we had started.

“I mean, if he did, he would have told us right? He’s our best friend, surely he would have said something?”

“What about that other guy in the crash? Do you reckon...”

“No, I doubt it. He might’ve been injured on the street, or in another car behind…”

  “Wait, he lost his memory right? He won’t remember about his parents! He’ll still be grieving!  Shit! Not this again!”

I leaned into Pj once more exhaling into his chest.

“I don’t know anymore Peej. I just don’t know”

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