10 Days [Brallon]

Cyanide Pills And Tiger Maulings

[its literally been like a day since the last update but I'm tryin to finish this up since it's done and I'll post a whole new thing after this,, on a side note this chapter is so good I'm]

"Hang gliding? He took you hang gliding?" Tyler gasped. His tone rose in volume as the weight of the situation hit, a startling amplification even though the ordeal was one of the worst he could think up. The first was death, which obviously didn't happen.

"It was his idea, not mine-"

"Hang gliding! Do you even know how unsafe that is? It's like asking for cyanide pills with your tiger mauling."

Patrick pushed Tyler down back into his chair, patting his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. I didn't expect Tyler to be so fired up about it, otherwise I wouldn't have called him down to drive me back home in a couple hours.

But no, he made a big deal out of it and called everyone he could think of (which was only Pete, Patrick, and Josh, 2 of which were visiting Brendon in his own room) before heading down to get me.

Patrick scoffed, his hand falling from Tyler's shoulder. "Did he really think hang gliding was a good idea? How absolutely fucking stupid-"

The door swung open, cutting him off. All eyes turned to Brendon standing in the doorway, a bright white cast plastered around his wrist. It was small, only an inch or so away from his elbow, compared to mine which spread all the way up past my knee. Pete and Josh hid behind him, but the bright red hair disguised nothing.

" 'm sorry for crashing into a tree," he mumbled and stared at his shoes "and accidentally breaking your leg. And sending us both to urgent care."

Pete cleared his throat and gently nudged his shoulder into Brendon's back. "I'm also sorry for freaking out over the bird poop on the control bar."

Long story short, a passing seagull had taken a fresh dump on the bar, Brendon flipped out, lurched to the right, directly into the trunk of a tree. I'd seen it coming and brilliantly tried to cushion the impact with my left leg while Brendon wiggled his left arm around in the air (and punched a fist sized dent into the bark, upon later investigation).

So yeah, hang gliding was great.

He'd said "at least we match" when we hit the ground, and I threw a rock at him which actually cracked through a bone (somehow, I didn't really know how). It was hilarious, but it meant bigger hospital bills. But then again he jumped when I wasn't ready so he deserved it.

"You're stupid."

Brendon giggled, taking a few shaky steps forward to sit on the edge of the bed, still a little rattled from the crash. He ran his fingers over the sheet, skimming over the black cast material I'd chosen.

"I got white so I'll know if it gets dirty and you don't tell me." He whispered and held up his arm.

"I always tell you if something's gotten dirty. Don't you trust me anymore?"

Tyler stood up then, his chair scraping against the tile. He crossed his arms and poured all the way over to Josh. "It's too cute," he mumbled into Josh's shoulder, their arms wrapping around each other. "If we stay any longer I'm not sure I'll be able to take it."

"Don't be so dramatic-" Josh sighed, not objecting while Tyler climbed on to his back, both of them holding on to the other as tightly as they could.