It was a simple drive, that's all it was. Michael and and Carlisle had been together for years, and engaged for a few months. One accident changed everything.
The next morning, Nial entered Carlisle's hospital room, eyes glued to the chart on his tablet, "Good morning Mister Whittaker!" Walking over to the monitors beside the bed, Nial began the task of checking Carlisle's blood pressure and IV drip. He leaned against Carlisle's bed, tapping away at his tablet, not really paying much attention to anything. A hand clamped down on the doctors shoulder, a scream the would make any horror movie director proud, escaped Nial's throat. When he turned around, he found a very awake, and very confused, Carlisle. -- When Carlisle first woke up, he had no idea where he was. Looking to his left, he found himself hooked up to a large machine, and to his right, a window. Through the window, Carlisle could see people rush by in scrubs, some carrying medicine, others rolling carts. His head rolled back to its original position, eyes trained on the ceiling tiles. His vision began to blur, eyelids getting heavy. He took a deep breath and let his eyes fall shut, slipping back into unconsciousness. The next time he woke up, there was a strange man in his room. Mind still clouded with sleep, Carlisle tried to lift his hand only to find himself unable to do so. Carlisle sighed, focusing solely on the doctor. He lifted his arm, hand clamping down on the blond man's shoulder. Screaming, the man turned to face Carlisle, surprise written across his face, "Y-Your awake?" Carlisle nodded, but when he went to speak, his voice came out scratchy. The man slid out of Carlisle's grip, straightening his white jacket. Carlisle's eyes then focused in on the doctors badge, making sure to remember the man's name, Nial Weatherly. Nial ran a hand threw his blonde hair, whistling, "Now, I guess I should go call Michael and tell him your awake?" Carlisle's brows furrowed, head tilting slightly. And though it felt like his throat was on fire, he forced himself to speak, "Who's Michael?" Nial's face paled, green eyes widening, "Oh my god..." Without another word, Nial ran from the room, he needed to get Michael up to the hospital, and soon. -- Michael Weatherly was currently working, but not at the coffee shop. He had taken it upon himself to get a second job, seeing as he didn't know how long Carlisle would be in the hospital. What was that job? He was working for a friends construction company, and for the moment, he was moving concrete. Lucius, Michael's childhood friend, had opened up his construction company a year ago, but business was booming. Lucius seemed more than thrilled, almost ecstatic, to have Michael on his crew. A whistle sounded, signaling break time for the entire crew. When Michael walked into the office, Lucius looked up from his paperwork, and what he saw was not disappointing. The white shirt Michael was wearing was soaked with sweat, causing it to stick to his body and become see through. Lucius bit his lip as he watched Michael take off the hard hat and run a hand through his hair, the muscles in Michael's arm unintentionally flexing. Lucius was about to say something when Michael's phone rang. When he answered, his eyes went wide. Michael's hung up, looked at Lucius, said he was leaving, and rushed out of the office. Lucius sighed and leaned back in his chair, watching Michael run out to the rental car he had acquired sometime this morning. With a smile, Lucius sighed, he knew this would be the start of a beautiful business relationship.
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