Rye's P.O.V
Why is he here, what gives him the right to think this is ok?!
"Get out" I said calmly even though I wanted to beat his ass, but I have to stay calm, for Andy.
"I just wanted to see how he was doing is all"
"Why? You're the one that put him in this position"
I'm fuming, I've been trying so fucking hard to be ok, to be what Andy needs right now, but it's just so hard.
"I know. And I'm so sorry, I-I just want to make sure he's ok, and apologize to you"
"Why would you apologize to me? Andy is the one in the fucking hospital bed with an IV because he lost to much blood and had to get twenty four stitches cause' the guy you got to do this carved something into him!"
I'm shaking with rage as he just stares at me with a blank expression, and I couldn't help but feel responsible for all this, but having him here just makes my guilt ten times worse.
"Look. He was messing up my plan, he paints his nails, he likes to wear pink all the time, he turned you into so fag, and I just thought I could scare him off, but after it happened I felt so terrible. I still do."
I looked over at Andy making sure he was still asleep, but he wasn't, and I knew he just heard every word Blair just said. "Go away" I said pushing him back into the hallway of the hospital.
"What? Rye I'm just trying to see if he's ok, and make sure you're still ok"
"That's not what just came out of your mouth. You disrespect my boyfriend.." I said pushing him a little more, "you just said the most ignorant thing I think I've ever heard, I can't be turned gay, which I'm not by the way." I pushed even harder so his back was pressed against the wall of the hallway, "and just because a guy likes pink or paints his nails doesn't mean he's gay, Andy just so happens to like those things and be gay." And without hesitating I punched him in the stomach knocking the breath out of him, causing him to fall, "if I were you I'd stay far, far away from us, because next time I won't go so easy on you." I turned around, not waiting on a response and walked back into the room shutting the door behind me.
I walked over to Andy and sat on the chair beside his bed like I was doing before, "hey" I said grabbing his hand, "look at me, love" . He slowly lifted his head and he had tears running down his face, the boy in front of me broke my heart. "I-It's ok" I said while I whipping away his tears with me thumb.
He smiled gently and leaned down giving me a quick but loving kiss, "I know, I'm just being very emotional, probably because of my situation" he joked, but I couldn't help but take it to heart.
"Sorry" I mumbled letting go of him and sitting back in my seat, "why are you sorry? You didn't do anything".
"I could've helped you. You wouldn't even be here if I just stood up to Blair"
"Ryan. It's. Not. Your. Fault. Got it?"
I just nodded, I didn't believe him but I just want to make him happy. "Good. Now come here" he opened his arms and I crawled into the small hospital bed, into Andy's arms. I put my head on his chest as he pulled me closer, "Andy?"
"Yeah?" He whispered and started to play with my hair, "do you know what he wrote on you?" I looked up at him, his beautiful ocean blue eyes staring right into my not so beautiful brown ones, "no. I don't really want to" he giggled, "I know it's probably something ignorant, and i don't want to see it. I may get a tattoo over it when I heals up"
"Really?"
"Maybe. I mean both are going to be on me for the rest of my life, I might as well get something I like instead of whatever he put" .
He's being so strong with everything that happened, I'm pretty sure I'm more upset than he is at the moment. "Why aren't you more mad? I mean you're taking the whole situation why better than me, and it didn't even happen to me"
He smiled down at he before he leaned down and kissed me sweetly this time the kiss lasting a little longer. "No point on focusing on the past, I'm ok and you're ok so I'm happy"
"Wish I felt the same" I laughed dryly, "I feel selfish for talking about being upset when it didn't even happen to me, but you're mine, and I'm opposed to protect you and I can't even do that"
I don't know if it's because of the stress or the fact that Andy is hurt, and I know I could've done something, even if he says I couldn't, I know I could've; but I just started to cry, and I cried even more thinking about how selfish it was to cry when he's the one hurt.
"It's ok. I'm ok. Calm down love, you're working yourself up"
"S-Sorry" I said wiping my tears away
"Don't be sorry, I find it sweet that you care so much, but like I said before, I'm ok and that's all that madders" he started to play with my hair as I calmed down.
"What you did was very sweet, and it makes me love you even more"
"What did I do?" I asked looking up at my beautiful boyfriend, "you defended me" I smiled and sat up kissing Andy, and this kiss was full of passion, and love, it was overwhelming. I melt every time we touch, every time he says I love you, every time he looks at me, every time I'm around him, Andy Fowler is my person, forever and always. I broke the kiss, staring into his eyes as I cress his cheek,
"You don't have to thank me for defending you, I'll always take care of you"
"And I'll always take care of you"
I smiled, and just then there was a knock on the door, before the doctor and two cops came in.
"Hey Andrew, how are you feeling?" The doctor asked as the two police officers looked at us funny, "Good, ready to go home" he giggled making me smile, "you'll be able to leave tomorrow, we just need you to stay over night so we can check up on you. But since you're feeling better, these police officers need you to make a statement" .
Andy just nodded his head and the doctor walked out. I got up from the bed and moved to the chair grabbing Andy's hand while they questioned him, "we're talking to Andrew Robert Fowler, correct"
"Correct" Andy repeated, "And this young man beside you is?" One of the cops asked looking me up and down, "Ryan Beaumont, my boyfriend"
"And you're ok with him in the room?"
"Yes"
"Ok then, we just need to ask a few questions and we'll be out of your hair" the cop with clipboard said.
"Ok" Andy squeezed my hand causing me to lean down and kissed his.
"What we know is the suspect attacked you in your bathroom"
"Yes sir. I was washing my hands and he came up from behind me and tackled me to the ground. Then he punched me a few times before he grabbed his knife and carved into me" Andy looked over at me and I gave him a reassuring smile, "and what did the suspect write?" The other cop asked
"Um...I'm not sure. I-I haven't looked"
"Well why not?"
"Because he doesn't want to" I chimed in and Andy just mouthed 'thank you'.
"Ok well let's take a look then"
"I-I don't know, I d-don't want to see it"
"Then close your eyes Fowler" the cop with the clipboard said, "rude" I mumbled.
"If you think it's rude you can leave Mr.Beaumont, we have to put it in our files so the suspect gets prosecuted correctly"
"I-It's ok, j-just don't say what is says out loud,
p-please"
"Of course" .
Andy looked at me, "c-could you lift my gown up?"
I nodded and leaned over to pull it up.
I looked up at Andy and he had his eye shut, so I moved it up, all Andy had on was boxers underneath his gown.
When I pulled it up I looked at his stomach and wanted to cry, "I-Is it b-bad?"
"N-No" I know he heard my voice crack because he squeezed me hand so hard his knuckles turned white.
"Ok thank you, you can put it back down" I pulled it back down and threw Andy's covers over his body.
"One last thing. Can you identify our suspect?"
"He already did" I snapped, these officers are getting on my nerves, I know they're just doing their jobs but they don't have to be so rude about it.
"No sir. You did. Mr.Fowler never said"
"C-Cameron Um, Mason, I think is his last name"
"Ok thank you" and with that the cops left and Andy took a deep breath.
