Best Mates | TRADLEY | Completed ✔

(10) Remedies

*CONNOR'S POV*

"Con? Con are you awake? Can you hear me?" My eyes fluttered as a blurry image of James hovered over me.

"I-I'm awake." I spoke as I heard a sigh of relief from a few people.

Once my eyes adjusted to the light of the room, I recognised it as a hospital room. I had no idea where I was or what had just happened but I was extremely nervous and I couldn't find any energy to speak again.

"Connor Ball." I heard a deep voice state as he came over to the bed where I lied. I tried to respond but my body was aching, then I felt a sharp pain in my leg.

"You've had a minor injury on stage, you fell off and you have broken your left leg." I was confused but not surprised, it wasn't the first time I'd fell off stage, but what baffled me was how I couldn't remember it. 

"When you fell off, you hit your head on a speaker and passed out, hence the memory loss if any." The doctor continued as I lay there unaware of what to say.

"Mhm." I pushed the words out, wincing as I grabbed my leg. As I sat up swiftly, I was fully awake. I could see everything perfectly clear and the room was dull and white.

James, Brad and Tris sat beside the bed I was in as the doctor checked up on my broken leg, which was now in some sort of brace or cast to support it. 

"I'm so happy you're alright." Brad sighed as Tris put his arm around him. James sat next to them smiling happily as he held his chest. 

"God I thought you'd be asleep for days." James spoke as he got up and shuffled his chair further to my bed.

Holy fucking shit. The tour! What day was it? Had I missed it entirely? 

"The tour?! What day is it!?" I exclaimed in a panic.

"It's only the next day, don't worry. We have the last show tonight but due to your injuries, you won't be able to join us." Tristan assured me, but I was extremely upset and I just wanted to join the lads for the last night of the tour. I couldn't believe this had happened.

I shook my head and fell back into the pillows on the bed in despair. It was a tradition that on the final day of tour we all went out clubbing, wherever it may be. London had the best clubs and I was looking forward to it for so long.

"Tonight. You guys have fun. Make sure you visit Remedies Club." I nodded and closed my eyes.

"I'm not going out, Con! I'm staying here." James looked at me like I was crazy.

"You have to. It's tradition." I argued back, of course I would prefer James to stay here but I couldn't let him miss out because of my stupid leg.

"I assure you that Connor will be fine if you want to go out tonight." The Doctor interrupted.

The three lads all stopped and looked at each other, questioning their dilemma.

"We can still go out. If Con needs us he'll call, right?" Tris said, patting my good leg. 

"Yeah. I'll call."

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*BRAD'S POV*

I stood in the mirror, admiring my outfit that I'd packed especially for tonight: Black ripped jeans and a white blouse which was unbuttoned a little, revealing my chest.