One Shots

White Walls (PG-13)

A/N: I don't exactly know why this chapter is private. I'm trying to think what I've put in this that would up the rating but I've no idea, so. That's a bit shitty. Anyway, I hope you like this. It took me hours. I don't know how I feel about it yet. 

                                             White Walls

    Ethan sat in the waiting room of the hospital with legs that wouldn't stop bouncing and hands that were clasped together so tightly they were starting to cramp, and a mind that couldn't focus on one thought - constantly jumping in and out of the situation in absolute shock.

    He couldn't believe what had happened. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been. His sister of only nine years old, hit by a car. His heart hammered in his chest and the back of his neck trickled with sweat, he was so fucking scared. So fucking nauseous and shit, shit he hadn't even rang his parents to tell them what had happened.

    He couldn't bring himself to for all the time he'd been sat there. Almost forty-five minutes with no news of what they were doing to help his sister and he hadn't seen a nurse in so long he didn't know what to think, how to feel. He didn't want to call until he had good news. Shit, it just had to be good news.

    He'd made a mess of his lips, teeth digging in, trying to hold back the sobs that sat heavily in the back of his throat. His chest felt hollow, empty, spare for the constant thudding of his heart slamming against his rib cage as if trying to cause him pain. More pain. Physical pain.

    And he wouldn't mind because, god, this emotional pain was ruining him.

    Yet all it took to snap him out of it was a boy that Ethan hadn't even noticed, sitting opposite him and watching sympathetically with that similar hollowness in his chest, alongside the sobs building up in the back of his throat.

    He only realised he wasn't alone in the white walls of the small waiting room, when the boy placed himself in the seat beside him and shook him gently with a hand on his arm. Ethan jolted in surprise, staring up at him widely with eyes full of fear.

    "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," the boy began calmly, hand still on Ethan's arm and leaning down even closer. Ethan couldn't escape the boy's icy blue gaze; captivated by it. The boy went on to say, "Are you okay?" and it was that question that weakened Ethan's mentality enough for the tears to sneak through and burn hotly down his cheeks.

    He shook his head, biting his lip even harder than before to stop it from trembling but it still did, despite his efforts. He whispered a feeble, "No," unable to stop his head from shaking, as if he wasn't in control of his own actions. The adrenalin of what had happened was completely taking over.

    "Do you want to talk about what's happened?" the boy asked, squeezing Ethan's arm slightly in encouragement. Ethan couldn't look away from him, thankful that there was someone beside him willing to listen. Willing to care. Someone to explain everything to. Someone just simply there so that he didn't have to be alone through this.

    His thoughts rolled around his head, trying to think up an answer for the boy: I didn't mean to, it wasn't my fault- no, it was my fault but I- I just...I didn't see the car...

    Except Ethan didn't end up saying any of that, instead he said, "I can't sort my head out," in a half-shocked tone, with the expression to go with it. "I can't think straight," he whispered, still unable to look away from the boy's eyes, as if it were the only thing keeping the rest of him together.

    "It's okay, you just need to try and calm down. You need to breathe." The boy explained and then asked as a distraction, "What's your name? I'm Noah,"