Drag One Shots!

We Get By With A Little Help From Our Friends..

(Before this story is started there is going to be a warning of abuse ....Enjoy.)

It was a hot and steamy Califorinian day, a tall bald man was walking down the sidewalk his arms filled with bags. He was wearing a faded pair of dark blue jeans, a black cutoff shirt with Dolly Parton on the front, and a black ball cap with plastic sewn into it. He continues to walk down the sidewalk before his phone rings and he answers it.

"Hello?" A woman's vice comes on the line and speaks. "Is this a Mr. Brian Firkus?" He stopped in his tracks. "This is he." The woman begins to speak again. "Do you know a Miss Amaryllis Seville?"

Brian about dropped everything in his hands. Amaryllis or Ry, as he called her had grown up together, went to college together, and almost started their careers together. Brian had found his calling as a drag queen. Where Ry had went and started to travel with theater companies, being a sound engineer. They had lost touch and with her latest relationship Brian hadn't hear from his friend at all. A twinge of guilt ran through him as she heard the woman's voice again.

"Mr. Firkus?"

"Sorry, yes I know her. Why? What is wrong?" Ry had lost all of her family shortly after starting college and being the smart girl she was, she had written up a will that if something happened to her Brian was to be the on that called all the shots. They had fought like cats and dogs about it, but Brian gave in when Ry had just uttered one word in that soft voice that she knew he couldn't ever say no to. "Please."

"Your friend is in bad shape.... Are you in LA?" Brian sighs realizing she's so close and he never knew. "Yeah I'm in LA." The woman starts to speak again. "She is at Southwest General Hospital. Just come up to the desk and tell them you're here for her. You may want to have a friend come with you for support. I will see you when you get here Mr. Fircus." With that the phone line went dead and Brian looked at his phone for a minute before dialing the one person he knew was his ride or die.

"City Morgue, you stab them we slab them, Stiff speaking how can I help you?" Brian laughed and then sighed. "Katya I need you to come with me if you can... its Ry...." Katya, whose name was also Brian, had met Ry before. Brian had introduced them and they all got along. Katya speaks into the phone. "I can be ready in 15 do you want me to come pick you up?" Brian sighs. "Trix, I'm coming to pick you up in 15."

"I'm not home Kat. I was running errands and I'm actually outside of World of Wonder," Katya chuckles softly. "I'll be there shortly Trix." Katya quickly hung up. Brian had to sit down on a bench and put his head in his hands, How did they grow so far apart.... So many questions went through his mind as he sat there. He didn't even hear anything going on around him. He was entirely in his own head. So much so, that when Katya came up and tapped him on the shoulder he jumped so much. "Trix, It's just me. I yelled and you didn't answer. Come on let's get in the uber. I wasn't sure where we were going after getting you, so you may let the driver know."

Katya was rambling because she knew this was bad. Brian had gone pale and wasn't saying much to him. "We're heading to Southwest General Hospital." Katya had loaded up all of Brian's things into the trunk, before coming around, and getting in the backseat with his friend. Brian didn't say much. "Trix... She'll be a fighter. We know this..."

Brian held up his hand cutting Katya off, tears shining in his eyes, "I should have tried harder to get back in touch with her..." Katya knows Brian was blaming himself for this. He knew his friend. He was fiercely loyal to those friends that he is close to. Katya remembers Brian calling, and crying to him over the phone, when Ry told him she couldn't talk with him because of her jealous boyfriend. It had broke his heart to see his two friends so broken. Brian tried to call her multiple times but she had him blocked.