AN: sorry for the delay guys, I had a bit of a busy weekend promoting the last sunrise tour (gaaaaah it was so good) but I've finally got part 7 done.
I think there's going to be roughly 4 or 5 more chapters after this one. I'll do my best to update as often as possible because I know I'm breaking all your hearts (sorrrrry)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The night had been quiet and uneventful. in truth, they weren't quite sure what to say to each other, after all no amount of words were going to change what had happened.
Kier had woken again for a short while at around 2am and Laurence had tried to ask him how they crashed in the first place but all he got in return was a shake of the head and a teary repitition of the words "it's all my fault"
it was then that Laurence had decided finding out the cause could wait. he decided he would try again later but he would not push for an answer. after all, getting kier back to health was his priority now, and despite the underlying heartache of losing his best friend, finding out that his lover had and will most likely survive the horrific accident had given him a new breach of hope when all else in the world seemed lost.
sadly his friends did not share this optimism. Luke had been left with the difficult job of calling Kier's parents, though he was thankful to learn the hospital had broken the news to drew's family so he didn't have to. even so, it was a terrible thing to have to tell someone that their son almost died in a car crash and was lying in intensive care.
Laurence had asked him specifically to do it as he was "the most emotionally stable of them all right now"
drew watched the scene as Laurence asked this of his friend, feeling his heart ache for Luke. truth was, he was no more stable than any of them there. Drew could see the subtle signs that he had come to know over the years when Luke was feeling at his worst. the eyes darting around the room, the nervous scratching of his head, the gentle grinding of his teeth. things the others disregarded as next to nothing, but drew knew they meant that deep down he was loosing control and badly.
never the less, Luke was stubborn even at the worst of times as he put on a brave face and did what he had to do. if only Laurence and shane hadn't been too wrapped up in their own dark thoughts to notice he had laid curled up on his side for an hour afterwards as he quietly cried himself to sleep.
by now it was morning and sunlight was shining through the once dimly lit room, casting a golden stream across the bed where kier lay tossing and turning in his sleep. Laurence napped lightly on the chair by his side, grasping kier's hand in his own and waking every so often to double check that the nightmare was real before sighing defeatedly and slipping back into restless slumber.
shane, however had not slept a wink. in fact, aside from a short trip to the toilet, he had remained in the same spot by the window, staring at the same spot on the floor with dead eyes. despite the almost unbearable warmth of the room he was shivvering as drew, in one forgetful moment attempted to remove his jacket and place it over his shoulders only to remember he would not feel a thing even if he had.
it was 8am when the door opened waking Laurence and Luke immediately as they turned to see Kier's Mum and Dad enter.
as soon as his mum set eyes upon him she burst into hysterics and rushed over to his side as laurence sighed.
"He woke up again" he said softly as he let go of kier's hand to allow her to hold it instead "at around 2am. then he fell back asleep. the doctor said he's lucky but he's likely to pull through now"
"thank you for staying with him" she sobbed as she squeezed her son's hand gently "I know it will mean the world to him"
"I...I couldn't leave him" Laurence declared wiping his tired eyes "I couldn't bring myself to leave him like this"
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Regret *FVK FAN FIC*
FanfictionAfter a big argument, Kier loses his temper and tells Drew that he wished he would get out of his life. but did he really mean it? as much as he believed he did at the time, certain events were about to unfold that would make him question otherwise...