His little protector (Mxbxb)

Felix(35)

Felix's pov:
(I know it's supposed to be Andys, but...shhh)

The bright light hurt my eyes. And the beeping noise was getting on my nerves.

I squinted as my dad walked into the room.
Where was Andy?
Where is Rayn?
Is he hurt?
My breathing sped up. I didn't want to see my dad. I don't want to be in more pain. I practically whimpered when his hand landed on my forearm.

"A-Andy?"
My dad rolled his eyes.
"Shut up. They aren't coming in here!" He spits at me.

"No...please....where's Andy! A-and Rayn!" My voice became increasingly louder. It was painfully scratchy and sounded incredibly desperate.

"Boy! If you don't shut the fuck up!" My dad groaned, covering my mouth, practically suffocating me.

Where were the doctors? Hot tears were rushing down my face.

"No, stop! Please! I-I need them! Please." I clawed at his arms. Pulling his arm down as much as I could.

He covered my mouth, stopping me from calling out to them.

I felt so helpless. I was thrashing and hitting him as much as my weak body could. I bit down on his hand, making him shout and pull away, slapping me in the face.

He pressed the button to call the doctor.
"Can we sedate him? He's freaking out." He mumbled gruffly into the speaker.

"Uhm, sure, sir." He continued trying to cover my mouth. As I just continued to sob.

The doctor came in with a large needle. When he opened the door, I saw Andy arguing with a guard.

"Andy! Please! I-I need you. Please!" I shouted as loud as I could. His head snapped to mine. Giving me gentle eyes before he pushed through the guard.

"Stop! He needs comfort." He shouted at the doctor, who was about to inject my thigh.

I reached out to Andy, who instantly rushed over, giving me a big hug, cuddling into the crook of his neck. His oak-like - smell mixed with slight alcohol was oddly soothing. I instantly felt at ease.
He ran his fingers through my hair as I slowly calmed my tears.

"Please, Andy, I'm scared, don't leave me alone with them. I don't like the doctors and my dad. Please, Andy." I whispered, begging him for help.

"I've got you." He whispered back. "I'll fight for you. Trust me, Rayn will too. I have to practically hold him back to refrain him from murdering your dad."

I never wanted to let go. I felt warm and safe. But I had to. I needed to see Rayn.
He stood nervously behind Andy.
I gently pushed Andy away and reached out to Rayn.
He glanced at Andy nervously before he walked over. I yanked him into the bed with me. As we wrapped our arms around each other, cuddling in the small bed. I didn't care if I would be killed later for this.

I needed this. I needed them.

Almost face to face, Rayn stroked my cheek softly. Tears formed in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" I spoke softly.

He chuckled. "Of course, I'm okay, baby. You are a mess, my beautiful mess...but a mess." He whispered as he continued to softly stroke my cheek.

"Can I kiss you?" I whispered, staring into his beautiful eyes that I loved.

"You're dad may have a heart attack." He whispered back with slightly red cheeks. I smiled. As I softly pressed our lips together quickly.