James' P.O.V
I still couldn't wrap my head around this whole thing. My best friend. My brother had tried to kill me. Okay, so everyone says it wasn't Danny, and maybe it wasn't, but every time I look at him now, that's what I'm going to see.
And it kills me. We've been through hell and back together. He's gotten me through some of the hardest times in my life. Now that's all gone. I don't know if I'll ever be able to look at him the same way again.
A smile slowly graced my features when I saw the door open and Cameron and Sam walked through. "Hey baby" Sam said as he pressed a kiss to my lips.
"Hey gorgeous" I said, laughing as I looked in Cameron's direction. "Hey asshole."
Cameron laughed and flipped me off, taking a seat in one of the chairs next to the bed. "You're lucky you're hurt right now." He started "or I'd kick your ass."
I shook my head and pulled the sheet back as sam carefully climbed in the bed with me. "Oh, I'm so scared of your tall lanky ass." I teased.
Sam smiled and rested his head against my chest. "Now children, please behave yourselves before we get in trouble." He said.
Everything was slowly going back to normal. I had my boyfriend and best friend here with me. All that was missing was Ben...and Danny.
Who was I kidding? Life would never be the same again. And I think we all knew it. No one
I sighed as the door opened once more and a nurse came in the room.
"Time to check your vitals, Mr. Cassells" she said, smiling at me like she'd just won the lottery.
I nodded and extended my arm, keeping the other wrapped protectively around Sam.
Once she was done she smiled and said she'd see me again later and left the room.
"So, have you heard anything about Danny?" I asked, only half interested in the frontman.
Cameron nodded "I talked to his doctor and apparently he's having to face everything that's happened now. Not sure how he's gonna handle all of it."
I sighed. As much as I wanted to feel bad about what was happening to Danny, I couldn't. He had brought this on himself.
"What are you thinking?" Cameron asked, noticing the change in my facial expression.
"I don't know" I started, shrugging when Sam looked up at me. "I don't know if things will ever be the same between us again." I admitted softly, hoping no one would get mad.
Sam's P.O.V
As badly as I wanted to tell him he was crazy and he needed to work things out with Danny, I didn't want to be around him anymore either. Knowing that it was his hands that almost took the life of my soulmate, I wanted nothing more to do with him either.
"Honestly I can't say I blame him for feeling that way." I started. "I know every time I look at him, all I'm going to see is him shooting James. I don't think I'll ever get that image out of my head.
Cameron sighed and got up from his seat, walking toward the window. He leaned against the wall and shook his head as he looks out the blinds. "That wasn't Danny, guys. You know that." He began, "this whole losing Ben thing has really messed with him. He hasn't been okay since Ben died."
I knew Cameron was right. Partly. But how could he expect me to forgive him so quickly? James almost died. If we'd gotten him to the hospital even a few minutes late, we would be burying another brother. I couldn't handle that.
"Maybe in time I can face him again"
James said, holding me close. "But right now, it's out of the question. I'm sorry, Cameron. Please don't be mad at me."
Cameron turned his head, glancing back at the bed. "I'm not mad at you, bro. Not in the slightest. I'm just worried about him." He sighed as he took a seat back in the chair. "Remember when Danny and Ben first got together and Danny told Ben that if anything ever happened to him we might as well bury him too...that's what scares me. He meant that. I don't want to lose anyone. I can't take it again." I said softly.
I knew deep down what Cameron was saying was true. We couldn't handle losing someone else. Not when we'd just lost Ben. "Well, he's getting help now at least," I added "so hopefully he will learn to deal with all of this and he'll be okay."
Cameron's P.O.V
I couldn't imagine how Sam and James felt. I could only look at the situation from my point of view. What Danny's alter did was wrong. Horribly wrong. But nothing and no one would ever convince me that the person who hurt James was Danny. It wasn't.
It was Daniel.
This monster Danny had created all those years ago. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. All those times Danny promised us he was going to lay off on the drugs only to go back to them the next day..he was fighting demons that lived inside his own head.
I couldn't imagine what Danny must be going through either. Losing the love of your life. The one person you thought you were going to grow old with. The one person who knew you better than you knew yourself. To watch them slip away from you. Feeling helpless as a six letter word tears your entire world upside down.
I couldn't turn my back on him. Especially now. That's not what family does. I could only hope and pray that Cameron and Sam could learn to live with it and would we could soon pick up the pieces and start again.
"I don't want to make you guys mad" I began "but I can't turn my back on him. Not now. I don't want to lose him too. I don't want to step on anyone's toes or anything, but I have to be there for him."
It didn't take long for them both to smile at me and shake their heads.
"Cameron, we love you. There's nothing you could do that would ever change that. We might not agree with your decision, but we understand" James said.
"And even though we might not want anything to do with him right now, I still love him and genuinely don't want anything bad to happen to him. He needs someone to support him too. And I'm glad he has you." Sam added.
I was beginning to feel better about the situation when my phone started vibrating in my pocket.
I sighed and pulled it out, answering quickly when I saw the hospitals number flashing across the screen.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Cameron, we have a problem"
