Journal (Boyxboy)

Untitled Part 6

"Fuck... stay awake dude." Wes smacked my cheek lightly and I tried to open my eyes. I had fallen into Wes, and he was trying to keep me up.

"Wes don't you ever touch him again. I swear to god I'll kill you if you do." Ryan looked into the rear view mirror. I caught his eye and they softened slightly. "Don't think I won't."

"Why do you care so much about this Fag?" Wes asked, venom leaked into his voice and the last would slice like a knife.

"Don't call him that!" Ryan yelled. "He has a fucking name. Call him that again and I'll fucking cut your dick off."

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"Dammit, stay awake. We're almost there." Wes shook me but I couldn't open my eyes. I was just too weak and I couldn't breathe.

"Fuck.... Fuck... I'm going to kill you if he doesn't wake up... Dammit wake up. I'll kill you."

It was... surprising for Ryan to be so, I don't know different. He was so angry and worried; he was usually a cool and happy guy.

The bed dipped and I could feel someone bouncing their leg. "Dude, he'll be okay. The doctor said so."

"I don't care! I won't believe until he wakes up and can leave." Ryan hissed.

I could hear the beeping of the annoying machine and things were getting clearer as I woke up. The beeping increased a little while I woke up and Ryan jumped to his feet.

His hand found mine and the beeping skyrocketed. Wes snorted but something told me he was glad I was showing some sign of being alive. I sighed a little, loving the feel to be able to take a deep breath and not be choking on my blood.

"Brian?" Ryan squeezed my hand. I could feel my face go red as the heart monitor beeped rapidly and a longer beep as my heart skipped a beat. I heard Wes sigh in annoyance and left, probably to get the doctor to have something to do.

My eyes finally opened and I blinked a few times before looking at Ryan. He broke out into a relieved grin and squeezed my hand, "oh I'm glad you're okay. You really had me freaked out."

"I-I'm alright." I rasped painfully. He grimaced and glared towards his friend coming back into the room.

"So... will someone like to explain to me what happened?" my doctor asked, raising an eyebrow at us all.

"It was an accident." I choked out, trying to talk quickly so neither of them would speak. "I didn't tell anyone except Ryan about what happened and I was just wrestling around with Wes when it got a little rough." There goes my no lying. It felt really bad to lie.

Wes looked at me in shock, "N-no, that's not what happened at all."

"Yes it is." I whispered, it was too painful. "Now if I can, I would really like to leave." Wes blinked at me, speechless, as did my doctor.

"I wouldn't recommend leaving yet."

"Well I didn't ask you. You can't keep me here so I'm leaving." I grunted and got up. The blanket fell off of me and I noticed I didn't have a shirt on. I failed to bring the blanket and fell to the floor with my hands wrapped around my side.

"Why the hell don't I have a shirt on?" I yelled and whimpered at the pain. My doctor's eyes narrowed in sadness and she quickly brought me my shirt, which was cleaned and bleached. Ryan and Wes were just standing there, staring at me.

I didn't meet their eyes as my doctor gave me a slip to sign and let me go. The boys followed me as I left the hospital, they stayed quiet until I passed Ryan's car.