Sunshine Returns

Begin Again

1 Month Later

(Justin's P.O.V)

My head is fucking killing me... Seriously, I don't think I've ever experienced this type of pain ever in my life. Okay well I have, but when I got bashed I was completely out and having so many pain killers run through my veins that if I was hit by a double-decker bus and an 18-wheeler I wouldn't feel any pain. This time however I'm not on pain killers and my head isn't damaged, at least I think it isn't, I'm pretty sure that my father had the gun pointed at Brian's chest... oh his chest with that 6 pack! I love it so much, the way the water flows down it in the shower. Ugh... If only I could just wake up and see him again...

(Brian's P.O.V)

I fucking hate hospitals.. It's been 1 month since he was shot... one fucking month and he's been in and out of a coma 3 fucking times. I've had less than 24 hours with him in the past month.. I've barely slept and I still haven't gotten a phone call back from the police about where Craig is. Apparently he ran away after the shooting leaving nothing behind. God! I'm exhausted and I just want to go home with Justin and sleep with him for the rest of my life. I'm literally never going to let him out of my arms again. I miss him so fucking much. I really do care about him all I want is him to be safe and okay..

(1 day later)

I'm sitting in Justin's hospital room for another day of agony and emotional pain,  when a noise wakes me from my little nap. I open my eyes to see that there's water all over the floor. I look up at Justin to see that he's awake an emotional look on his face.

"Hey sunshine," I whisper softly

"Hey, sorry I woke you up.." He said, voice extremely dry, "I just wanted some water.."

"I think we can get you some water," I say with a chuckle. I get up to the nurse's station and ask the nurse for some water and let them know Justin's awake. 10 minutes later a doctor comes in and runs some tests.

"Good news!" exclaims the doctor, "Full activity has been restored to Justin's brain."

"What does that mean?" asks Justin

"It means no more falling into comas," says the doctor.

"Thank fucking god!" exclaims Justin, " Cause, personally, I was kinda over the whole falling asleep for 3 days after 5 hours of being awake...."

I just had to chuckle at that, even after everything Justin had gone through he was still sarcastic as fuck. He was definitely a fighter that's for sure, after the bashing, the shit with Ethan, and now this? God knows what would be happening to him next. I can't even begin to tell him how proud I am of him. I really want to, but I think I'm gonna wait.. I have the perfect place to tell him how much I really love and care for him.

"Brian.. When can I go home? I want to sleep in my own bed for once.." Justin asks me.

"You, Mr. Taylor can go home as soon as you sign these papers, as long as you come in every week for testing for the next 4 months," said the doctor.

Justin relentlessly agreed, and he signed the papers. On the way home, he fell asleep in the Jeep, thankfully my little ray of sunshine weighs only 95lbs due to the coma. Then again he only weighs 115-120 to begin with so he's not completely unhealthy by being under weight. Anyways, Justin only being 95lbs makes it a lot easier to carry up the stairs. The old me would kill himself if anyone was to see this scene, but the new me almost wants me to walk him down to dinner and rub it in everyone's face.

I walk into the loft and lay Justin down in bed tucking him to let him rest. I walk into the kitchen and grab a glass of water and then I checked the answering machine. The light blinked saying I had at least 1 missed message.