Hazy Love: A Treebros Fic

Chapter 5: Hospital Visit

A/N: Cursing. Let's just assume that every chapter will likely have a curse word? Okay.

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"What... what are you doing here?" Connor avoided eye contact, attempting to stay cold and uncaring. It wasn't working. His voice cracked, giving him away. Evan winced, pulling at the hem of his usual blue-striped polo shirt.

"I-I, um, I kinda w-wanted to talk?" Evan stuttered out, finally looking up at Connor. Connor met his eyes, expression blank. Despite himself, Connor chuckled.

"Was that a question or a statement, Hansen?" Connor laid his head back down, staring at the ceiling, still smirking. Evan cringed again, slowly making his way to a chair beside Connor. Connor turned towards Evan, still not taking his head of the pillow.

"U-Um, y-yes? I... I mean, yes. Yeah, i-it was a statement."  Evan was a deep red, his face feeling as if it were on fire. Connor chewed his lip, considering what he should say. He was certain that this whole situation was some kind of joke. Evan was just here to mock him, or to harass him, which Connor couldn't blame him for. He had sorta-kinda been a huge dick.

"Look, Hansen, I really don't care, okay? Seriously, how the fuck did you even find out I was here? It's pretty obvious no one cares, I mean, hell, my own family isn't here, why should you be? I'm not a good person, Hansen, and I'm not gonna lay here and take your shit." Evan was speechless. He didn't understand what he had done. He shrunk down into the chair, willing himself to disappear into the floor. Connor had returned to glaring at the ceiling.

"U-um, you d-don't have to talk? I uh, I just... I wanted to apologize for earlier..." Connor was absolutely floored. Someone had come to apologize...? It wasn't even Evan's FAULT! Had he really died? Before Connor had a chance to say anything, Evan had scooted the chair closer to his bed. He produced a single rose from behind his back, holding it out as a peace offering. Connor's jaw literally fell wide open. Evan realized his mistake, cheeks turning even more red with embarrassment. 

"U-um I-I'm so sorry, th-that was so weird, uh, I understand if you hate me i get it I'd hate me too I-"

"Why?" Connor refused to look at Evan, guilt eating away at him. He had tears blurring his eyes, his cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment. It was Evan's turn to be shocked. Never, in a million years, had Evan ever assumed Connor Murphy to show any emotion other than anger. His hands suddenly felt sweaty, and his throat felt dry as he searched for something to say.

"I... I'm sorry. I j-just wanted to tell you I'm sorry for Jared, he... h-he's not the best person, b-but... he's kinda all I h-have?" Evan felt pathetic, he was absolutely sure that, if he didn't already, Connor certainly hated him now. Oh god, he was such a moron. Why did he always mess everything up? His thoughts were interrupted by a cold hand brushing against his. Evan's head snapped up, and he watched as Connor delicately removed the rose from his good hand. For a brief moment, their eyes met, and Evan saw something he had never seen in anyone's eyes.

Understanding?

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A/N: Well it's about to get pretty gay. But anyways, hope you guys liked it! Sorry if these chapters are kinda bad, there's a hurricane going on so I'm kinda distracted?? Oh well, let me know what y'all think, and I love you all for reading. Okay, bye!