The Story Of Tonight (Part 1) [ch. 12]

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I may not live to see our glory.

One month. It had been one month of almost bliss. The time in Virginia had lightened the mood considerably, and everyone had fallen into a normal routine. Alexander still had constant nightmares, but they were slowly becoming less frequent. Life was calming down. Almost suspiciously after everything that had happened.

Alexander walked back to the car with his fingers laced with his boyfriend's. They had just finished dinner at this small hole in the wall sushi place that Alexander loved. He got into Thomas' car, taking his hand after they pulled out. They sat in a comfortable silence, Alexander leaning against Thomas' arm while he drove. When it happened everything seemed to move in slow motion for Alexander.

There was a loud screeching, Thomas putting his hand on Alexander's chest to prevent him from jerking forward, and then the feeling of something slamming into the side of the car. The last thing Alexander felt was the impact before the darkness quickly overtook his vision and then nothing,

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But I will gladly join the fight.

Thomas had tried to stop Alexander from smashing into the dashboard before the car slammed into them. It hit Alexander almost dead on, and he seemed to go unconscious almost immediately. While trying to pull Alexander out of the car he realised there was a lot of blood. Too much to be safe. He eventually got him out of the car and laying on the pavement, trying to stem the flow of blood with his jacket. "Alexander please don't die on me please..." Thomas continued mumbling about how he couldn't die on him, how he couldn't leave him just yet. The only reason he noticed the paramedics was because they were gently pulling Alexander away from him and trying to figure out if he had been injured as well.

"I'm fine, it doesn't matter I'm not the one bleeding from my fucking skull!" He has shouted, but their words were lost to him. Everything the Virginian heard sounded like it was underwater. They had eventually let him return to Alexander's side, where he stayed until they got to the hospital, and told him he couldn't be with him until they got him stable. Thomas reluctantly let them cart Alexander away and check him for any injuries. Apparently, he ended up breaking his wrist, but he didn't feel it. He didn't notice when they set it and put it in a cast. He didn't notice when Lafayette came barging in and hugged him.

Everything felt numb. He hadn't been able to get ahold of James in almost a week. Alexander was possibly dying and he couldn't be there at his side. George and Martha eventually showed up, Martha looking ready to kill whoever was responsible and George surprisingly neutral looking. Although Thomas knew better. Alexander's adoptive father was most likely boiling with rage, ready to actually kill whoever had hurt his son.

When George saw Thomas he came over and started bombarding him with questions, his voice sounding deadly, although Thomas couldn't find himself to respond or listen, only feeling warm tears fall down his face when he shut his eyes. "George, please! Calm down." Lafayette stepped in front of Thomas and for that he was grateful. "Think for a moment. Of all people, do you really think Thomas would just allow something like this to happen?"

Everyone fell silent, staring at him. No, it was his fault. He should have noticed before something happened it should be him in there like that. The silence was broken by a familiar voice speaking. "So, are we all just going to surround him while his boyfriend is bleeding in a hospital room, or are we going to step away, take a fucking breath and actually listen to the information we can get?"

Lucy. Thomas looked up and would have smiled upon seeing her had he known Alexander was going to be alright. She came rushing over to hug him. "I called Mary as well. She said she would be here by morning." He nodded and hugged her back, clutching at the familiarity of his sister. "So what happened. I know sure as hell neither of you saw it coming, and I know you know how to drive."

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