They Saved Me (boyxboyxboy)

Why Now? {edited}

*'Bout a week later*

*Killian

Since I've started noticing Kieran checking Noah out, I couldn't get it out of my mind that they would walk off into the sunset together. And it didn't help that I've caught Noah doing the same to Kieran.

Don't get me wrong, I want them both to be happy but just not with each other. I've also been checking out Noah, although I'm not proud to admit it. But honestly, it's hard not to. Especially since he's filled out. He's not hard to fall for either and i couldn't help it.

When I see them laughing together, I don't like it. It's not a feeling of jealousy, but more like being left out of something I want to be a part of.

And that scares me because I can't be with both of them at once. It would be all up to Noah who he chooses, if he even wants a relationship at all. But I know when the time comes, it's seriously gonna hurt.

A sharp cry of pain followed by a string of curses drifted from outside of the storage room.

I hurried out and followed the sound of metal crashing against concrete to find Noah on the floor, clutching his bloodied calf.

"Oh my god, Noah!" I ran over to help him as Kieran scurried in from the main room.

"What happened?"

"He... the guy came- he left that," Noah whispered out and nodded to a crumpled piece of paper next to him.

I reached for the paper and went to open it. A harsh, pained sound came from Noah, momentarily distracting me from the paper. I pocketed it and turned to Noah. His attempt to move had caused the blood smear against the concrete.

Noah grimaced as I pushed my hands under his shoulder and knees to carry him to the car.

There was a tear through his pant leg and a deep gash across his skin where blood was gushing out and staring his pant leg.

Without question, Kieran followed to the car and got in the front seat. He handed me a clean towel which I used to stem the blood flow as he recklessly drove us to the ER.

Noah's face was getting paler by the minute and my heart beating faster. No matter how hard I pressed, the blood found a way out and those few minutes it took to get to the ER couldn't have been more terrifying.

When we finally got there, Noah was flirting in and out of consciousness. I ran into the hospital with him in my arms and a nurse came to my side.

"His leg got cut up pretty bad and he's lost a lot of blood," I quickly explained as she ushered us into an empty room with a bed and a few chairs.

I set him on the bed and she rushed out, murmuring something about a doctor. Kieran and I hovered over Noah's now unconsciously body, not sure what to do or what to feel.

We stood watching until a doctor came in with the nurse, wheeling a cart of medical supplies.

He smiled gently at both of us and said, "Will you gentlemen please step out? I assure you he is in good hands."

We step out and wait for what seems like an eternity.

The doctor comes out of the room about an hour later. "I'm sure you'd like to hear about his condition."

We both nodded as we stepped forward.

"It seems that it was a knife wound to the leg. He's lost a lot of blood but that is taken care of. What seems to be the problem is, the knife may have had some type of poison on it that could cause setbacks in his recovery. We've done everything we can. He should be waking up soon." With a small smile, he turned and left.

After a few moments of shocked silence, we walked into Noah's room.

As I looked over Noah's unmoving body, a wave of terror washed over me. I realized it was he first time since I'd seen him bloodied and on the floor that I felt anything, running purely on adrenaline till now.

Now as the emotions came flooding in, my chest tightened and a tirade of different feeling bombarded me. Fear, confusion, guilt. I should've been there. Whatever happened, I should've been there.

As I guilt tripped myself in my head, I felt a deep sense of failure and shame. I'd promised him he'd be safe with us and I'd put him in danger.

A soft sob cam from near me and I turned to find Kieran staring at the ground, a stricken look on his face. His defeated slump and quiet sobs told me that I wasn't the only one feeling like a failure right about now.

With a heavy sigh, I walked the few steps to him and put an arm around his back, the other against his neck, his soft, fine hairs at my fingertips. Moments later, his arm came around my waist and his face tucked into my neck as we stood there in each others arms.

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*Noah

My vision was fussy around the edges and my head was pounding so hard, I could almost hear it. My body ached and felt weak. I couldn't move as if I was glued to a surface.

As my vision cleared, blinding white light pierced my eyes and I shut them immediately. Where was I?

In effort to move, I shuffled on the soft surface but froze at the sharp, nauseating pain that raced across my body. My eyes shot open as feeling came back into my body, my right leg felt like it was burning and I wished I could've stayed still.

Any movement seemed to be a bad choice because as soon as I closed my eyes, images came flooding back. Memories of what had happened and questions of what was happening.

I remembered working on my Chevy when I'd felt pain in my leg and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground. A crumpled piece of paper was thrown at me and a flurry of black was all I saw before Killian came into the room.

Flirting images of being carried to the car and then...nothing.

I couldn't remember anything. Anything except his knife. The little glint of light that had rushed out with the dark silhouette. It all came crashing down. I knew that knife. I knew it because I'd been under it many times. Intimately acquainted. The one thing I had hidden from Killian and Kieran. Happened years ago but my skin prickled and my heart clenched just the same.

They were back.