Project Fuckboy (girlxgirl)

My best friend

*picture is Ryan, also this chapter is only Ryan and Daniella. But it's so cute and heart warming please READ*

The deafening hospital noises were driving me mad. The IV dripping, the clock ticking, the heart monitor beeping. My patience was waning, and I wanted to fucking see Ryan, and no one was allowing me too.

Every time a nurse walked by, I asked, and they'd always politely decline saying "I wasn't family." Actually Ms. Know it All Bitch, I was practically the only family he has. His mom died when he was 7, and his Dad is an abusive homophobic alcoholic. Carter, his brother left for college when he was 10, and never looked back.

I was practically the only person Ryan could call family. Maybe I wasn't blood related, but I sure as hell was fucking family. Realizing such a fact, I got right up and went straight for his hospital room. If any body has the gall to attempt to stop me, they're a fucking dead man.

I passed by mourning families, and sorrow faces. My heart raced, because I was afraid I'd be one of those sorrowfully beings. No, I can't jump any conclusions, Ryan said that was my worst habit.

I was about 2 steps away from Ryan's door until a person in a white lab coat stopped me.

"Sir, are you family? If not you can leave, and see him once he's in a better condition"

Every word that came out of this man's mouth made the burning rage grow way larger. My face formed into a sour frown, and I stepped extremely close to this dude's chest.

"Listen up here bud, look around. I've been here for about 10 hours and nobody has come to see him besides me. His Dad is not only homophobic, but abusive, so he's out of the supportive picture. His mom is dead, and his brother is 1500 miles away. I'm the only person who cares about Ryan. That may sound rude, but he knows it, I know it. Heck, even his Dad knows it. I'm even his emergency contact for pete's sake. That has to count for something, right? I'm practically family, despite what my DNA says. Now please, for the love of all that's good, let me into that god damn room!"

My words were so sincere, and definitely persuaded his decision to keep me from going to see Ryan.

He only nods in response and gets out of my way. He walks away like I just scolded him for taking a cookie from the cookie Jar. Poor guy was just doing his job.

I shake my head, and open the full white door separating me from my best friend. My hand tentatively turns the bronze knob, and a sterile smell hits my nose.

I scrunch up my face, hating the smell, and my eyes land on Ryan's beaten up body.

My eyes water at the sight.

Oh god. This is my fault.

His body was such a terrible sight. His face was almost unrecognizable. His once beautiful and smooth lips were now covered in dry blood and open sores. Shades of black, blue, and purple were erratically spread around his body. A majority, almost no regular skin color showing.

I make my way down to his hands, and take them within mine. Bones and blood, that's all you could see on Ryan's knuckles. I could barely stare at them for too long without gagging. My thumb lightly grazes over his bloody knuckles. Tears streaming down my face falling into his open wounds.

My eyes finally travel down to his legs, and they were all bandaged up, blood seeping through.

What the fuck happened to you, Ryan