It had been two hours since the boys had brought Connor into the hospital and the three still sat in the dull white waiting room. Brad had his brown curls clutched in his white fists and head down. He had been like that for at least an hour and a half now, and Tristan was debating wether or not he should talk to the boy.
"Hey, Brad?" Tris slides into the seat next to him and tries to look at his face. When Brad doesn't answer he repeats himself. "Brad." silence.
"Hey I know it looks bad, but i wasn't there when it... happened. I had left to find James and... I'm just so sorry- brad?" he could hear small whimpers come from his friend as he shakes his head.
"I don't know what I'm going to do! What if he's not okay?" Brad desperately wanted to be mad at Tristan, but he couldn't. Maybe because of the situation. Maybe because Tristan was showing him sympathy. Maybe because Tristan truly was his best friend.
He looks up at Tristan, tears streaming down his face once again. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself, I need him to be okay!" He started bawling, his cries echoing in the almost empty room. The blond boy reaches over hesitatingly, pulling Brad into a comforting hug and glancing at James over his shoulder. The boy gave him an encouraging nod then turned back to the magazine in his hands.
"Hey tris?" Brad asks into his chest.
"yeah?"
"I'm sorry I bitched at you. But why didn't you say anything to me about Amelia before hand?" He apologizes, the confronts the blond boy sending a fresh wave of guilt to ache in his stomach.
"I-I" he stops, taking a deep breath. "I guess I was just scared of her. I mean, in the moment I thought I could help but we would've been out numbered anyways." He sighs. Brad pulls away to look him in the eye, nodding his head once again.
"I think I can understand that, though I am still mad," he gives him a half smile "and James, I'm sorry I should've kept in better touch with you." This makes the brunette laugh, and he moves to the chair on the other side of brad so he can join in the conversation.
"No time like the present," James says but before he can start to make any conversation with the curly haired boy, a nurse walks into the room, wearing an obviously practiced sympathetic smile.
"Are you the three boys who brought in Connor ball?" she asks as she approaches them. Her voice was calm and soothing. When the boys nod she continues in her relaxing voice "he will be out for.. tonight and your aloud to go home. Connors father was called and will be heading home so theres no need to worry." she finishes and brad sits up, eyes wide.
"I can't leave him! He needs me!" he looks at the nurse with sorrowful eyes.
"No ones kicking you out" the nurse replies "but he might like visitors when he's awake for them"
"He will be scared if he wakes up alone! Someone needs to be there for him! I need to be with him he needs me!" the emphasis brad placed on the word me shocked the nurse the smallest bit, but she plays it off with a calm nod.
"I can show you to his room. But first can I ask you a few questions, about what happened?" She asks, not actually suggestion it was offer. "At the moment, his injuries include a severe concussion, fractured wrist, bruised ribs and a swollen eye. Nothing that can't be fixed but he will need time to rest."
Brad shutters at the list of injuries, mentally cursing himself for being a flake of a boyfriend.
"Could you tell what happens to him? Or give me an idea if you don't know." She persuades calmly.
"H-he fell. He got in a fight and fell over, hitting his head." Brad wasted no time with the lie, needed to sounds truthful. Though he knew afterwards the truth would have been beneficial.
"Okay, follow me please." She said, turning around, then back to face the boys once again. "Are you two coming with?" She asks.
"We will stick around for a little, but we should be getting home rather soon" James decides for the both of them, as they stand up with brad following the nurse down the hallway silently. Tristan exchanged a nervous glance with James before they entered Connor's temporary room.
Brad let out a gasp at the sight of his boyfriend. He was laying on the hospital bed, hooked up to a heart monitor that would beep steadily in the background. A long IV tube ran from its rack and into Connors arm.
Connor himself, truly looked terrible. Cuts a bruises run up and down his arms, and one of his eyes was swollen shut. But that was only the external injuries.
"Oh... Oh my god" the hurt in brads voice was basically palpable, for Tristan and James felt their dismay grow at the sound of his broken voice. "M-my... My baby.. Oh my god!" His words were barley audible, as if they were for only the boy in the hospital bed.
"I truly am sorry." The nurse spoke up, looking towards the door. Tris had reached out for James' hand, who took and it and gave it a comforting squeeze. "I'll leave you alone now. He will heal in time." Then the nurse exits, allowing brad to run over and wrap his arms protectively around his boyfriends middle.
His head rested on cons chest as he felt the uneven rise and fall, and heard his quick shallow breaths. He could hear James and tristan arguing about something in the background but focused his energy into trying not to break down.
"Brad?" Brad heard his name and he looked up slightly with a pained expression. "We.. We want to tell you something. Umm we know its not the best time but its been like, a month and we can't wait any longer" Brad nods hesitantly after tristan finish, turning to quickly kiss Cons cheek before standing up to listen to his friends.
"Okay," James bites his lip, still holding on to Tristan's hand, but Brad was too distracted to take the hint. "Me and Trissy, are... together now!" a huge smile plays on James' lips as he looks over at his boyfriend. Brad felt an explosion erupt in his chest. He wanted so badly to be happy for his two best friends, but he couldn't help it when tears start to build up in his eyes. He sniffled widely as he tried to smile proudly at the two.
"I-Im really happy for you guys" Brad blinks as tears start to fall silently down his face. He walks over to the chair by the bed shaking his head. "Honestly I'm really happy f-for you." he says trying not sound sarcastic. He wasn't sure why he was crying now. Probably because his boyfriend was laying on a hospital bed, and the other couple was standing right beside each other.
"Brad, you okay?" Tristan walks over to him, kneeling in front of the boy. "stupid question, I'm sorry" he leans forward to rap his arms around Brad comfortingly, James then embracing the both of them, the crying Brad now sandwiched between his two friends.
"You want us to stay?" Tristan asks when they pull apart and Brad shakes his head no, getting up to sit on the edge of of the tedious hospital bed, talking the younger boys cold pale hand in his. "We won't mind.. If you don't want to be alone"
"I'll be okay, it might be better if he doesn't wake up to a crowd" Brad says dismissing his friends "Plus I don't want to wast your night."
James and Tristan don't argue, but leave silently giving brad the okay to call if he needs anything. After they had gone he sat alone with his unconscious boyfriend feeling guilty as fuck about his state. It didn't matter what anyone would say brad felt con was his responsibility, and it was all him who had let this happen. So he sat crying at what he had decided to do when Con woke up.
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This was sooooooo heavily edited so please enjoy it? Nah I'm jk. Thanks guys for the like 3k reads! That's honestly amazing and I love every single one of you.
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