Beyond a Brotherly Bond | Grethan

Chapter 20

Author's Note: AH! Hello lovelies! I'm so incredibly sorry that this update is getting to you so late. I had a massive project for my design class due and it took up all of my time.

And it goes without saying that I'd never compromise quality, especially when I'm writing such an intense chapter.

I thank you all tenfold for your patience with me and I hope you enjoy what I've cooked up for you. Enjoy <3
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*Grayson's POV*

My heartbeat pulses throughout my body as I lay transfixed on the carpeted floor. The blinding pain from the bullet lodged in my thigh is making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.

Through my spotted vision, I see Ethan quietly scouring the room.

Frustration and fear lace his beautiful features as he paces the room. "I can't find anything large enough to wrap around your thigh," he whispers.

He repeatedly checks the door, wary of Meredith locating us. I thought I had knocked her out cold with that lamp. I guess snakes have nine lives, too.

Ethan begins searching the drawers, practically pulling them out of their tracks. "I found something!" He whisper-yells.

He returns to my side with a white shirt, "I have to tie this around your thigh, Grayson. You're losing way too much blood!" I see the pain and eagerness in his eyes.

"Y-You can't Ethan," I begin, "It'll be too painful and s-she'll hear me!"

"We don't have a choice," his eyes gloss over. "I-I almost lost you a few days ago... and I'm not going to let that happen again."

The terror etched on my face must have not gone unnoticed by Ethan, as he comfortingly places a hand against my cheek. I hold his gaze, unsure if these are our last moments together.

In this moment, it's as if time halted, and my entire universe begins and ends with Ethan; the acute circumstances are pushing me to act upon my greatest fear.

I repress all of my doubts and lean in, ever so slightly, to kiss him. Ethan's eyebrows furrow in confusion as he momentarily studies my face. His features soften, and he begins inching his lips closer to mine.

"Ethan! Grayson! You can't hide from me!" Meredith's haunting voice reverberates through the corridor. We instantly pull away, redirecting our attention to the door.

Moments later, the sound of a gunshot blares a few doors down, followed by Meredith kicking a door open. She must be shooting the locks on the doors! Fuck!

"Grayson, you have to hide under the bed. Come on, I'll help you!" He whispers.

"N-No, please. I'm already in more pain than I can bear," I plead.

Ethan's sorrowful gaze begins at my wound, and then snaps back at me. He grabs my hand and lightly squeezes it, reassuring me that he isn't leaving my side.

Another gunshot goes off, startling me and Ethan; he gently places his head on my chest and I immediately feel his tears on my shirt.

"I'm starting to think you guys are hiding from me," Meredith's voice radiates from right outside our door. "That's not very polite!"

We grip each other tightly; I mentally suppress the pain exuding from my every pore.

Meredith's gunshot blasts the knob off of the door, leaving a massive hole in its place. She laughs maniacally at the sight of us laying defenselessly on the floor.