stall me🌿brallon a.u

12:everything is a-okay

my heart was racing a million miles per hour.

i was sitting alongside ash, pete and patrick in the waiting room of the hospital. biting my nails, i start tapping my feet rapidly on the floor. dallon's parents called them and then they called me.

no matter how angry i was, if he was hurt, i'd drop everything i was doing, for him. my heart nearly stopped when they told me that dallon had gotten into a car accident. we were the only ones here because his parents were on a business trip. so when they were called because their son was in an accident, they called ashley, pete, and patrick. i just hoped to god that he was alright.

the doctor came into the waiting room, adjusting her coat. she held a clipboard and a pen. she pointed it towards us, "i'm assuming you're here for mr. weekes?"

"yes that's us." ash answers.

"well he came out of surgery about 30 minutes ago and the good news is that your friend survived. he wasn't injured as badly as he would've been if the vehicle hit the driver's side instead of the passenger's side. the bad news, he acquired a concussion and a broken arm. he'll probably gain full use of his arm in a couple months or so. since he's awake, you can go in and see him, but only one visitor at a time." she says firmly. we all nod and make our way to the room she said he's be in.

ash goes in first and comes out about 15 minutes later. pete and patrick go in together because they knew we wouldn't rat them out.

"i know why he got in the accident." she says after a bit of silence. i look over at her confused and she continues. "he called me, upset because he made you cry so he came over to pete's parents' house and we helped him figure out how he was going to apologize to you and shit. b, you should've seen the way he looked when he talked or thought about you. his smile never left his face. he really really likes you, he always has. he was just too much of a pussy to tell you. then we rushed him out to go to you, and now here we are."

"it's not your fault, a."

"don't bring it up to him, though. we want him to do this on his own. i've never seen him so willing to risk everything for a person. please take care of him while we're gone, bren. he's gonna need your help, especially with that broken arm." she states seriously. i nod in understanding. we sit in the chairs outside of the room for another 10 minutes and then the guys come out.

"he wants to see you, brendon." pete says, patting my shoulder. he gives me a warm smile and so do the other two.

i'll admit, i'm a little nervous going into the room, so i stand outside of the door for a few minutes arguing with myself on whether or not this is a good idea. the positive outcome could be; we make up and become best friends again, or; i let my anger get the best of me and we stop talking again.

i decide to just go in and talk to him. talking can't hurt me. well, literally speaking that is. figuratively speaking, it probably can.

i open the door slowly and walk inside. dallon sits up immediately, wincing because the action hurt his arm. i speed over to his side and place my hand behind his back. "dal, be careful. don't hurt yourself more than you already are."

"i'm fine, bren." he says, brushing me off. "this wasn't the exact place i wanted to be when i did this, but i want to apologize for being an asshole. i didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"it's okay. i forgive you. it's my fault you're here anyways. i-" i start but he ignores me.

"no it's not okay. it's not fucking okay. i was trying to protect you from getting hurt, and i did that exact thing to you. don't even try to blame this on yourself, brendon. we wouldn't even be in this situation, if i hadn't slept with sadie. if i hadn't fucked everything up with you, then we wouldn't be here. so no, this isn't your fault. it's my own. i can't ever fucking do anything right. i'm on the verge of failing, my parents don't give a shit about me, because let's be real, if they did, they'd come back from their trip in a heartbeat. and now here i am, in the hospital with a broken arm. if i had just done something right along the way, i wouldn't have messed up with you and this stupid accident wouldn't have happened." he takes a second to breathe. his expression reads exhaustion and he looks like he's on the brink of tears. this makes my heart break.

"i'm sorry, brendon. i'm so so sorry. i never wanted to hurt you, never in a million years would i want to hurt someone as precious as you. i'm really really sorry. i- i- i-" i rub circles into his back. tears are running down his face and his breathing quickens.

"shh, there there, dallon. it's alright, just breathe. we're going to be okay. everything will be okay." i coo. "please rest for me, we can talk about this another time. i need you to lay back down and go to sleep, okay?"

he nods, laying backwards. he finds himself a comfortable position to sleep in and closes his eyes. once i hear his breathing even out, i leave the room. i whisper to myself more than to him. "you're okay. i'm okay. we're okay."

i shut the door behind me quietly. ashley, pete and patrick look up at me as soon as i walk out. "so?"

"what do you mean?" i ask.

"what did he say?" they asked in unison.

"he tried to apologize, but i didn't let him-"

"what? why not?!" they all scream. i roll my eyes.

"you didn't let me finish- what i was going to say, was that i didn't let him because he broke down. he started crying before he could fully apologize and say what he wanted." i continue what i originally was going to tell them. "he's asleep now."

ashley sighs. "you should go home, b. if you stay here, you'll end up leaving and looking like complete shit. go home and rest, come back tomorrow after school. also, i need you to go to
the office tomorrow morning and tell them that dallon's in the hospital, that way they don't count him absent."

i nod and say goodbye to them. i walk out of the hospital and get into my mom's car.

today was fucking eventful.