Behind Brown Eyes (Phan)

Chapter 9

*unedited*

a/n: I really hope you liked chapter 8 because it was my favourite so far and it was my favourite to write omg

how do you like the idea of aaron and adam being a thing? i got the idea from a comment and thought it was really cute :)
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I woke up in bed, my head killing me and my body feeling numb and tingly. What happened? I tried to look around the room but every time I opened or blinked my eyes, my head would start pounding so I figured to just leave them closed.

I wasn't sure where I was and I haven't bothered to move or get up at all. When my eyes cleared and focused, I was in a hospital bed, not my own. Panic erupted through me and I tried to get up and out of the bed as fast as I can, realizing there was an IV stabbed into my right arm. The panic didn't seem to settle even when a doctor came in.

"Ah, you're awake, Mr. Howell. I have some good news."

Well it can't be too fucking good if I'm sitting in a hospital bed without knowing why I'm here, can it?

I nod my head absentmindedly to let him continue.

"You've got a grade two concussion," He looks through a folder in his hand, "A friend, Adam? Said you fainted. Any idea how that happened?"

I fainted?

"He also said you were sick beforehand, and after you fainted, you woke up while he brought you here and you were out again. What do you remember feeling before you went out?"

"I don't remember." I say honestly.

"Anxious? Stressed? Overwhelmed?" He went on as I zoned out, feeling quite overwhelmed at the minute.

"I feel nauseous."

"It's totally normal. You will need some time to recover, it should take anywhere from minutes to weeks. Depends on how hard you hit but it sure definitely is not the worst concussion we've seen. You should be fine within an hour."

I nodded and he stood up.

"You have some visitors, one at a time." He checked over the folders and nodded, walking out and closing the door.

Visitors?

There was a knock at the door and I immediately turned to see Adam coming in, smiling sheepishly.

"Hey," he dragged out. "I'm sorry - I mean. Uh, it's not as bad as I thought it was. Told me to wake you up every two hours after you leave though. Erm..." He rambled and I had to bite my lip not to laugh otherwise it would have hurt my head, and I didn't want Adam to think I was laughing at his apology, he really didn't to apologize. It was my own fault, really.

"It's fine."

"Yeah, so. Well, Aaron is here too. He took the rest of the day off to see if you were alright. There was another guy too but he left an hour ago. Said he had to take the underground."

"Oh yeah? Who was it?"

"Erm... Actually, the fucker didn't leave a name now that I think about it. Black hair, though. Sound familiar? He was at the shop."

"Not ringing any bells."

"No? It looked to me like you knew him. Took one look and you're laying on the floor, out cold."

I did that?

"Really?" I try and think back but my head starts to pound erratically.

"He might have left his name with Aaron or something. You'll have to ask him. Never told me though and Aaron said he seen him before, so-"