"Hey! I hoped I'd see you!" he smiled at Tyler. "I've waited all this week!"
Oh, me too. Me too, Josh.
RUBY songfic,Joshler bromance,features Jenna Black and original characters.
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July 2016
Muffled voices.
"...very strange...."
Was he in hell?
Violent sobs.
"...but very lucky."
A sharp pain in his head. No. Maybe I'm in Heaven. Maybe I'll see Josh! He must be here!
"...along with the lung contusion."
He suddenly felt something on his face.
[you're not dead]
An oxygen mask?
"...but to break all his limbs was..."
It all came back to him.
His mother, the bell tower...
He was at the hospital. He hurt everywhere and didn't even try to move. He was sure all his bones must be broken. How on earth was he alive?
[always a failure]
"...some weeks but the protocol orders to have a daily therapy session once he..."
[great, now they're getting the shrinks]
His failure hurt far worse than his body. He couldn't believe he had gotten himself into this.
______________________________________________________________________ A week passed. A horrific, painful week. His physical pain must be 'unimaginable' as everyone had repeated like a robot when they tried to pretend to sympathise with him, to get him. Because 'oh, you're so young Tyler. And so lucky.' But he didn't really know. He was too lost in his thoughts to notice physical pain. But his emotional pain...that really was unimaginable. Other people had hurt themselves as bad as him or worse, even. At least, some people would actually be able to sympathise with that. But no one's best friend had ever disappeared off the face of the earth, wiping all traces of his existence. He was all alone in this.
[always alone always a failure always]
This wasn't a miracle. It was a curse.
The doctors and the nurses were actually decent. But they all looked at him with such a repulsive pity he wanted to punch them. Someone was in his room almost all of the time, even when he was sleeping at night. They had to watch him. Make sure he didn't 'try anything stupid again', as if some rich doctor gave a shit whether some kid he'd only seen twice in his life lived or not. It made him sick. He didn't want anyone around, didn't want to have to look at their stupid faces. So he just slept or pretended to be asleep or -less often -pretended to watch tv. After all, he couldn't really move so his options were limited.
