If I Could Tell Him (Tree Bros)

"It'll Be Okay"

A/N: hey, guys, sorry im late i had a bit of a formatting issue but its okay, bc its all solved! Thanks so much for 600 reads, too! enjoy this chapter!

Connor ran his fingers through his hair nervously, taking deep breaths. He was sitting outside of Evan's room, waiting anxiously for Evan's parents to arrive. He wondered what their reactions would be like. Would they be like his parents? Denying every problematic aspect of this situation, and letting their son slowly die? Or would they take the time to heal, like Connor had dreamed of his parents doing for years now. He barely knew anything about Evan, as he had just realized, but also just hoped that Evan had something better to come home to than Connor.

He heard footsteps and lifted his head to see a short blonde woman with bags under her eyes and a tensed body rushing towards the door. Strange, she was in hospital scrubs as well, and was probably a nurse. By her pace, Connor could assume that whatever was happening in that room wasn't very good. But he also noticed tears forming in her eyes. She was barely containing herself, emotion pouring out of her pain-filled eyes that were glossier than usual, heavily breathing with her mouth pursed to not let any sound of grief escape. She briskly entered the room, and Connor heard her being greeted.

"Heidi! You're finally here!"

"Yeah, sorry, I got caught up with e-extra errands in Dr. Holbert's office. H-how is he?" she said, her voice trembling with sadness and fear,

"Evan's in a stable condition, sweetie. You don't need to worry."

Connor heard a single sob echoing through the room.

"I-I'm so glad."

Unable to restrain himself, Connor peaked around the corner to see her body hunched over the hospital bed, arms wrapped around her son.

"I'm so glad."

Connor stood up from his chair. Someone was here for Evan now. He could leave.

~time transition that i dont want to write~

Connor opened the front door of his house, preparing for the lecture that was inevitably coming for staying out past his curfew. It's not like he cared, though. However, when he entered the living room, his parents weren't sitting on the couch, waiting to bust his ass, but he heard faint yelling from upstairs. Connor sighed. They're fighting again. I wonder how Zoe's handling this. He tenderly walked up the stairs, tip-toeing by his parents' door, which was doing a poor job of blocking his parent's screaming, past his, and onto Zoe's door, from which soft crying sounds emitted.

"Hey, Zoe? Can I come in?"

No reply. Just sobs.

"Alright, I'm coming in."

He timidly pushed back her door, only to see us sister bundled up beneath a mountain of duvet and plushies.

"Zoe? You okay?"

She slowly shook her head, still avoiding eye contact. Finally, she spoke up.

"M-mom... and Dad... They've been f-fighting for hours now. I t-think he may have even hit h-her."

"Oh. Again?" Connor's voice saddened. Although he may not act like it, he still loved his mother.

Zoe nodded.

"That's the fourth time this week.'

Connor sat down next to his sister, slowly wrapping his arms around her.

"Shhh... It's okay, Zoe. Calm down."

"But it's not okay! I don't know how Mom even puts up with Larry!"