Treat You Right (Troyler AU)

Chapter 17

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Troye's POV

I tiptoed back to the room, my head pounding from all the movement. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten up. No it was worth it. He's alive and that's what matters. I smiled and creaked open the door slowly, peaking in through the crack.

"Where were you?" Connor spoke intimidatingly. He was sat in the corner of the room in one of the guest chairs with his hands across his chest and one leg crossed over the other. I inched through the doorway, playing with my fingers. "Come here Troye." I nodded and walked over to him, ready for another scolding. "Don't do that again please." He stood up and wrapped his arms around me, an unfamiliar feeling. I hummed and engaged in the hug, our warms bodies conjoined.

"I just wanted to make sure he was alive. I'm sorry if I scared you or made you upset. I do that a lot to people-"

"Troye. It's okay. Remember we just talked about this. Not everything is your fault. I understand you wanted to see if ty....HE was okay. It's what FRIENDS do." I grinned and placed my lips on his for a second, pecking them lightly. "Well we haven't done that in a while huh?" Connor laughed, I joined him.

"Can we do it again?" He smiled and nodded, bringing his face closer to mine. Our lips met and we moved almost in sync, our teeth and noses bumping a few times.

"Ahem?" Someone coughed from behind me. Connor pulled away and glanced over my shoulder at the nurse standing in the doorframe. "Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt but I have to check up on Mr. Mellet."

"Oh yeah of course it's your job." Connor spoke softly, nudging me to get back in the bed. I climbed up and sat on the mattress. The lady walked over to my side, opposite of Connor, and placed her hand on the back of my skull. Her fingertips pushed into my head, causing a dull throb to begin.

"Does this hurt?" She asked quietly, pulsing her fingers.

"Yeah it's like a bad bruise." The nurse nodded, pressing even harder. "Ohhh yeah ok that really hurts." She released her hold and wrote something down in her notebook.

"Alright. Good news. You're healing! Bad news. You have to lay in bed for at least another two days." I groaned and layed back against the bed, running a hand through my hair.

"Hey Troye c'mon be positive." Connor joked, punching my arm lightly.

"Oh and you, Mr. Franta, you can go home to shower and if you would like? We have Mr. Mellet under control." I turned my head towards Connor who was looking at me, possibly staring.

"No it's okay. I promised I'd stay. Troye do you want to go shower before you have to be sedentary?" I sniffed my under arms, cowering in disgust.

"That might be a good idea! Oh and nurse?" The lady turned towards me.

"How do I NOT have to go to the bathroom through all of this?"

"Oh, urine extraction tubes. We removed them yesterday night. You should have to pee now." With that, she closed the door and strolled down the hallway leaving a laughing Connor and a scarred me.

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"Are these the showers?" Connor asked, peaking in through the push door. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Ask a nurse." I recommended, tapping his arm.

"No because then I can't shower with you."

"Lame." I stuck out my tongue.

"True."

"Hey Con."

"Yeah."

"Can we visit Tyler later. He's in critical condition or something."

"Uh, you can. I have no need to be there." I nodded, walking into the bathroom. "Finally we found it oh my god."

"Took you long enough." Connor faked being offended and placed a hand on his chest. "Kidding! Only kidding."

"Only fools would think you weren't kidding."

"Fight me."

"Bite me."

"Oh." Connor smirked and grabbed my hand leading me in the direction of the showers. He took his shirt off first, unbuckling his belt afterwards. I followed after him and pulled off my gown, leaving me in my boxers and Connor fully naked in front of me. I blushed, hoping he didn't notice.

"If you're not comfortable we don't have to do this."

"No I'm good, just nervous." He smiled and turned on the water, closing the curtain behind him.

"Come in when you're ready!" He spoke over the water. I nodded and pulled down my boxers, climbing in after him.

"I think this is the most healthy I have ever seen your body. Not a single bruise." Connor pointed out, rubbing shampoo into his hair. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Did I get a lot of bruises before? How did I get them?" Connor froze and stood under the water, the soap washing down his toned chest.

"You were pretty clumsy, and still are." I smiled, standing under the showerhead with him. He turned his head and whispered something, too quiet for anyone but himself to hear.

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Tyler's POV

"One of his organs had a rupture in it the just got worse and worse. The doctors couldn't identify it at first, that's why it's critical condition."

"Are you telling me my son could die because your doctors are oblivious?"

"I can't answer that Mrs. Oakley. A lot of the toxins have spread into other organs where it shouldn't be, so he has at least a 50/50 chance."

"Only 50? High or low"

"I can't answer that."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Mrs. Oakley I'm very sorry. The surgeons are scheduling an operation for ton-"

"Today. Right now."

"Ma'am his heart isn't strong enough to sustain surgery right now."

"When will it be then?"

"Mrs. Oakley, he could leave us at any second, without warning. Excitement and movement of the body could only make it worse."

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Tyler's POV

Decrease in heartbeat.

Increase in heartbeat.

Decrease in heartbeat.

Increase in heartbeat.

Decrease in heartbeat.

Increase in heartbeat.

Flat line.

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