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Chapter 13: Accidents Can Lead To Happiness

A smashed up silver car pushed 15 feet back in the direction it was coming from. Two passengers inside the car. An 18 wheeler had caused the crash, coming over the hill too fast and not stopping at the stoplight.

The passenger and driver were pulled from the smoking, crumpled vehicle. One worse than the other, but nothing too serious. At first glance at least. The driver got the worst out of the two men. The windshield had smashed severely and cut the male in many places. The other male just had a few scrapes and bruises.

Mumbling was heard from the second male, so the officers tried to get him talking to get information on him and his friend.

"Sir? Can you hear me? Please nod or respond if you can." A female officer with the medium length, blonde hair asked. The name tag on the uniform said 'Officer Penny'.

"I can hear you. Where's Aleks? Is he okay? I need to check on him!" The male sat up quickly, but was stopped by Officer Penny.

"Sir, who is Aleks? Is he the other male that was with you?" A quick nod came from the man.

"His name is Aleksandr Marchant. And I'm James Wilson. He's my best friend and I need to know if he's okay." Officer Penny wrote down the names and helped the man named James up onto his feet.

"Well, Mr. Wilson, your friend is alive, but isn't in the best condition. The paramedics need to escort him to the hospital. You are welcome to ride in the back with them if you'd like." James didn't even let her finish the rest of her sentence because he was rushing over to his friend on the ground.

Two paramedics were looking at him and writing down his vitals and injuries. James just sat back, teary eyed, and stared at his friends face. His eyes were closed, eyelashes gently kissing his cheeks. Soft brown hair was messed up, probably from the movement of the car.

The paramedics got up and moved away from the smaller man laying on the pavement. They went to go talk to the police officers about something quickly. It was enough time for the curly haired male to fall to his knees next to Aleks.

"Please. Don't leave me. Not now. I need you." Bloody hands grabbed the shirt of the smaller male laying on the ground. Gashes on the arms and head and glass was everywhere. The paramedics came back and spoke up.

"Sir, we don't know if he'll make it. There's a 60% fatality rate currently. And the longer we wait around here the more that number increases. We need to go. Now." They lifted the young man into the back and climbed in, his friend following behind.

Sniffling and sobbing. The back of the ambulance was a mess of blood and tears. Pieces of glass on the floor of the vehicle shimmered in the moving light.

The hospital came into view and the survival rate of the Russian went up, but only slightly. Everyone filed out of the back, paramedics rushing inside the emergency entrance while James trailed behind.

The walk down the hall was only a few seconds, but felt like an eternity. This could be life or death to someone very important to the curly haired male. They were taken into separate rooms, seeing as one was injured far worse than the other.

A nurse had taken out the glass that was in James' arms and wrapped them up. Once that was done, he was told to go to the waiting room. The doctors weren't done with his friend yet. Apparently there was more injuries than they had thought.

Thirty minutes pass. A doctor comes into the room. "Mr. Wilson? Can you come with me?" He gets up and follows the doctor to Aleksandr's room.

"Your friend is extremely lucky to be alive. The paramedics at the scene thought he only had some gashes and a concussion. But when I took a look at him, he actually had cracked two of his ribs, one actually punctured his left lung and caused it to start deflating. We're lucky we got to him when we did. Otherwise, this would be a different conversation."

James nearly started sobbing when he heard the last part. He couldn't imagine a world without his other half. They've been through so much together.

"May I go in and see him?" The older male asked. The doctor nodded and opened the door for him to enter.

The room was white and pristine. The heart monitor was beeping, so that was a good sign. A breathing tube was attached to Aleks along with some other tubes. Just the sight alone was enough to make James tear up.

"Aleks? Are you awake? It's James." Shuffled footsteps were made toward the bed. The male resting in it gave a weak smile.

"Hey James. How are you? Are you hurt?" Aleks voice cracked, it sounded almost like he was an old doll. If you do something wrong, it might break because it's fragile.

"I just had a few minor cuts that were taken care of as you can see," The man moved his arms around to show the gauze wrapped around them. "But are you okay? That was a fucking insane crash. The doctor told me that you barely made it.." His voice trailed off before he started getting too emotional.

"Really? Shit dude. I'm sorry. I should've been more careful. This is my fault. Why did you agree to go with me for lunch? Why did you agree to pretend to date me? Why are you even friends with me?" Aleksandr was starting to tear up now as he was breaking himself down more. He was blaming everything on himself. When it was nobody's fault.

James sat in the chair next to the bed and put his hand on Aleks' lap. "Aleks, listen to me. This is not your fault. You are okay. I agreed to go to lunch because I enjoy spending time with you. I'm friends with you because you're an amazing person and you're extremely funny. We have a lot in common. Your laugh is great, your channel is amazing. I pretended to date you because, well..."

There was a pause. A moment of quietness moved over the room.

"Well, what? C'mon James, say it. You can tell me anything." Aleks put his hand on top of his friends, as an act of encouragement. Suddenly, their hands were intertwined.

"Well, Aleksandr. I've noticed over the years that I've grown extremely close to you. And I've realized that if you had died in this crash, I wouldn't be able to live. I can't imagine being here without you. I love you too much, Aleks. I said it. I fucking love you."

James turned away from his friend, worried of being turned down or getting a negative response. Instead, Aleks just reached over and made his friend look him in the eyes again. When their eyes met, a connection was made. Something new was there, in both of their eyes. It was love.

"James, I didn't know you felt that way. Because, I've liked you for a long time. I just never said anything because I was afraid you'd hate me." The two men started to blush. They finally spoke up about their feelings towards one another.

James stood up and leaned over the bed to get a better look into Aleks' eyes. "Kiss me you fucking idiot." Their lips met, the taste of dried blood still there. But there was passion, too.

They broke apart gasping for breath. The younger male smiled and was still blushing. "Well, to think this all came together because we pretended to date to get deals for Valentine's Day. Guess you could say we faked it til we made it."

James lightly punched him in the arm for that one. "You're still terrible at jokes. And you're an asshole. But you're my asshole."