Justin x Oliver Oneshots

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"We are calling to inform you about a patient by the name of Justin Phan.

Third Person P.O.V.

All hell broke loose in the NSB house. Several people were running around the house, trying to find sweaters or hats, shoving on their shoes, and gathering a bag of clothes for Justin. 

All this happens while the person from the hospital explains the situation. "I was told to inform you about Justin as you are the one who has been in contact with the police about his case. He was found last night, unconscious with severe bruising and several cuts. He also has a dislocated shoulder. He is still unconscious but we are hoping you can come to the hospital."

"Of course. We are on our way." Ty hangs up the phone to find the boys running out to their cars, with no argument or discussion about who is driving. 

Oliver holds the bag with Justin's stuff, all from his room that they never cleaned out. He is tapping his fingers on his knee, wishing that the speed limit was much higher than it was. However, for once in the entire time Justin was missing, you could see the hope in Oliver's eyes. 

You could see how hopeful Oliver was as soon as they parked the car in the visitor parking lot. You could see it in the way he was the first one out of the car or in the way he ran toward the hospital doors. Everyone else was close behind him. 

Oliver made it to the desk before anyone else. He was breathing heavily but the smile on his face never wavered. 

"We're here to see Justin Phan. He was admitted today." Oliver rushes the words out as if that would get him to Justin quicker. 

The lady at the front desk smiles, "Yes, I was the one to call you. I just need to see some ID before I send you up."

Ty steps forward, giving his ID. Then the woman at the desk gives us Justin's room number. 208.

Oliver makes a move forward but Darren grabs his arm. "Hold on man, not all of us can keep up."

That doesn't stop Oliver from walking quickly. All of the boys are excited and relieved to know Justin is okay but Oliver is on a whole different level. They gather in an elevator and watch the numbers at the top change as it goes up. Once they are to the floor, they are all looking at door numbers and signs for the different hallways. 

Then Oliver stops in front of a door. At the top, the numbers are on a small plaque. 208. Oliver looks at the group, worry has claimed the features that had held eager hope only minutes ago. He's second guessing himself, wondering if it's too good to be true. Ryan gives him a nod, encouraging him to go in. It seems that's all he needs before he opens the door. 

Olivers P.O.V.

Once I open the door, my eyes immediately fall on the sleeping boy. He lays just like any unconcious person in a TV show, but there aren't any tubes or breathing devices, just a single IV in his arm. He looks peaceful, even with the bruises on his cheek and the stitches on his jaw. 

I take the seat next to his bed, taking his hand in mine as the others gather around him. We stay there with him all day, waiting for him to wake up. At one point, the others go down to the cafeteria to get us some food. 

We've been here the whole day, and before we know it, all but one of us is asked to leave. The others look between each other before seeming to reach a silent agreement.

"You stay Oli." Ryan says to me. 

"Are you sure?" I look between him and the others.

"Of course." Ryan gives me a small smile.

They all make their way out the door, stating that they will be back first thing in the morning. Each of them say goodbye, telling me something like 'get some sleep' or 'call if he wakes up'. Ryan is last and I stop him. "Thank you. I know how much you want to stay."

"Yeah, but, it's all ok now." Ryan looks over to Justin. "He's safe and healthy for the most part. I'm good knowing that. And I think you need to be with him more than I do."

He pats me on the shoulder before waving goodbye and making his way over to Kane, who is waiting at the door. I watch as Kane slings his arm over Ryan's shoulder and they make their way down the hallway. 

After taking a quick nap in the chair, (I say quick but it was like, 2 hours) I decide to change into the comfier clothes I brought with me. So, I go to the bathroom, change my clothes, and come back into the room at around 1am. However, I see a sight I didn't expect. Justin awake and sitting up. He is looking around, at the bedsheets and the IV in his arm.

I make a small move toward him, that, with my luck, causes me to bump into a side table, startling Justin in the process. I grab the table before it falls and just stand there awkwardly.  We look at each other for a couple of seconds, me taking in his features now that he is awake. Him taking in my features, trying to figure out if I'm real or not. 

Then he speaks, "Oli?"

"Yeah." Hearing my voice, Justin started crying.

"Hey, hey." I make my way to his side. "It's ok. I promise. You're ok. I'm right here."

He only rests his head against my chest, hugging me as tightly as he can with one arm. He is sobbing into my shirt as I try to comfort him, running my hands through his hair and hugging him back. 

He finally calms down and I explain about how long he's been gone, how we got the phone call this morning and that everyone had been here until the curfew. He listens along, asking what the others said and thought. I only told him that they'd be back in the morning and he could ask them then. 

"Go back to sleep, ok? You must be exhausted." I push him lightly toward his pillow and he doesn't fight back. "I'll be right back, ok? I'm going to find a nurse so I can let them know that you are awake."

"No. Please stay." His voice is weak and desperate. "You can get them in the morning. Just stay with me for now. Please?"

I nod and make my way back to the chair. He watches but then pats a spot on the bed next to him. Shaking my head, smiling, I move next to him. He shifts so he can rest his head on my shoulder. After a couple of quiet minutes, we both drift off to sleep.