Chapter 8

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Bryce's p.o.v
I was lying down on my stomach on my laptop, editing my video, when I felt weight on my back and someone playing with my hair. "I have to edit" I sighed in boredom as I cut out a clip. "Ugh" I heard him respond, " why can't you just do some juju shit and it would be edited already"
"Oh, of course" I said sarcastically as I facepalmed. I went back to editing and felt him place his head on my shoulder, watching what I was doing impatiently.




I put my laptop on my nightstand and turned into my back, Mikey immediately cuddling into me. I sighed since it was just so nice to have him there and know he wants me, unlike my dad. My mom got used to it and eventually came to terms with it, we've actually gotten closer. (I don't think that Bryce's mom would ever disapprove of him being gay but I'm just saying it for the story, she seems too nice to do that)

I hmphed and got up making Mikey topple off of me and the bed, onto the floor with a thud and ouff sound. "Dude. Are you fucking serious" he said as I laughed at him. He hadn't called me that in nearly a year.

(This is what happened in the part which I deleted about Dylan going hospital but instead it's Bryce so you can skip this bit if you already read that bit)

I got into my car and drove off to get us McDonald's for dinner, happy that we were getting food because, who doesn't like food? The most I went was 2-3 kmph more than the speed limit as I drove down the wet road, rain pounding on the windows as the windscreen wipers squeaked.

Blackness

Nurse Amelia p.o.v

A man that seemed young was rushed in on a stretcher, leg contorted and seemingly broken. "Amelia! Follow me, I need you to monitor his heart rate as we perform surgery, you could learn something!" A doctor shouted and I immediately ran with the ambulance crew.

I gave him 1.3 ml of general anaesthetic and watched his heart rate as the lead surgeon which was the doctor that called me, made his first cut into the leg. They needed to realign the leg in its natural position. I watched with curiosity as to how they got on to doing it so quickly, how calm they were with it.

A doctor high fived me and cheered, the surgery had finally ended after 3 hours. The patients friend was called in but wasn't allowed to be in the room during surgery, of course. I walked outside and led him to where 'Bryce Hall' was resting.

"Bryce..." he barely whispered as he looked at the patients battered body. "He got into a car crash" I said with empathy and slightly teary eyes, my mom had died from one. I saw a tear roll down the friends face as he walked over and held Bryce's hand. I left the room and checked my watch. 1am. Fuck.

Jackson's p.o.v

We were led into Bryce's room by a tall man, as we walked in, I felt tears forming in my eyes. Bryce had a cast around his leg and stitches on his face. Mikey was laying next to him with his head on his shoulder, asleep. I took a candid picture if the two and sat down on the mini sofa with Dylan, holding his hand.

We were woken by a thud and Mikey wincing, " Fuck, again?" I giggled a little bit and laid my head on Dylan's shoulder, a few seconds later Bryce opened his eyes and smiled, slightly wincing from his leg. "Oh god" he said as he looked at the hard cast on his leg. Mikey grinned and leaned down to kiss Bryce.

Amelia's p.o.v

"Sorry I'm late, I know you wanted to have dinne-" I stopped my sentence as I saw him sitting on the couch, empty bottles of beer scattered on the floor. "WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN" he shouted with all his vociferousness. I jumped at the volume and stepped back. "Hmm. You really think your going to get away with it" he said as he looked me up and down.

I furthered myself from him until my back hit a wall. "Shit" I whispered very quietly. He face was now level with mine as he slightly bent down. He sighed and I could smell the smoke from his mouth, straightening himself out and pulling his fist back, then catapulting it into my face as hard as can be. I feel to the ground grabbing my cheek, wincing in pain. I though it was over, but he kicked me. He kicked and kicked until I eventually blacked out,my movements stalling.

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