Adolescent Foolishness (A Fearless Vampire Killers Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Five

[Drew's P.O.V.]

I stare in disbelief down at the end of the hospital bed as Kier speaks. His words just seem like echoes in the back of my muddled mind, and I don't take any particular notice of what he's saying. It's my fault Shane is upset, isn't it? I'm driving him away, just like I drive everyone else away eventually, because I'm an idiot!

"...Drew? Wooly? Woolsifer? Hello-o-o? You even listening to me, mate?" Kier nudges my shoulder, snapping me out of my reverie.

"What? Huh?" Looking towards him, I see that he's smiling slightly. "Sorry, no. I..."

"You were thinking about Shane, huh?" He cocks his head to the side, studying me.

"What? I... No! 'Course not!" I lie. "Why would I be?"

"Because there's a lot happening between you two recently." I cock an eyebrow. "Shane told us everything, back in London. He was worked up about a lot of things. Still is, I guess. He said he..." He sighs, then, and shakes his head. "Never mind."

"What did he say?" I ask curiously. I need to know what he's been saying, what if he told the guys about us, and they think it's stupid, or weird, or...

Kier just shakes his head again, dismissively. "It's not my place to say. Ask Shane, if he comes back in to see you, that is."

"Kier. What. Did. He. Say?" I ask, more demanding than before. Kier just frowns even deeper, still shaking his head.

"You know I can't say, I said I wouldn't-"

"Kier!" I snap. He blinks in surprise down at me - I'm generally not a confrontational or angry person, and never have been for that matter - and then simply begins shaking his head in the same tedious movement as before, bowing his head and shaking his head back and forth, back and forth, his red and blond fringe sweeping comically from side to side as he does so.

"You're breaking the guy's heart, Wooly. Just...think about what all of this is doing to Shane. You staying here in Bristol while the rest of us lot are having to practise without you, he's having to spend every day wondering when you're going to come back, as are the rest of us. Do you not realise what damage this is causing, especially to Shane's head?" What is he talking about? Shane's head? Why would it mess with that? I doubt my absence would mess with his mind...right?

"Kier. Drew." I hear Arys say breathlessly from the gap in the curtains, cutting off the heated half-argument happening in the small space. We both glance towards her, and the first thing I see is the worry etched across her pale features.

"What's wrong?" Kier asks, suddenly more concerned and less angry.

"Shane's gone." She squeaks.

"Gone?" I blink in surprise. "What. as in just a walk, right? To clear his head? Not gone as in..." As in as far away from a screw-up like me as he can possibly get, because I've driven him away too, I want to say. But this isn't about me; I think I've done enough, really...

"Back to London." She takes a few steps closer to the bed, perching herself at the end and frowning deeply, lines appearing between her eyes and at the corners of her mouth, telling me she must frown an awful lot. I can't be helping with that either, huh... "I'm really sorry, Drew, I couldn't change his mind. He said he just-"

"I need to borrow your phone, Kier." I turn to my pixie-featured friend, who is still glaring down at me, and he fishes in his pocket silently, before reluctantly passing me his phone, looking like he'd rather lob it at my head than civilly pass it.

"You're not really meant to use phones in here-" Arys starts, but I cut her off.

"Tough. This is urgent, and I can't walk outside with this stupid leg." I'm, of course, referring to the leg stuck in a thick cast, thanks to impaling my leg with a gutter pipe and then falling off a damned roof... I turn on the screen, quickly scrolling down Kier's contacts before I get to B for Barrone. He picks up in three sharp, quick rings; he always has been quick at answering calls.