Austins POV
“Ow ow ow ow” were my first thoughts as I slowly began to wake up to a bright room.
What the fuck…?
I looked around taking in all of my surroundings.
“Am I in the Hospital?”
I looked down at my body, I was in a hospital gown and theres white gauzed taped to my arms
I groaned realizing what happened and where I was
I wish whoever saved me didn’t
Then I remembered
“Alan” Austin said aloud and looked for his phone, luckily it was in the pants pocket of his jeans he must of came here in on the table next to him. He unlocked the screen to a picture of him and Gielle kissing. He cringed slightly making an digested noise and clicked on his messages.
No new ones from Alan. But one from Phil and Tino.
Austin frowned slightly, Where was his ginger prince?
He sighed laying back into the bed just as a nurse came in
“Mr. Carlile! Glad to finally see you awake” she smiled moving over to his side and checking on the IV in his arm
Finally awake, what does she mean? How long have a been out
“I uh” Austin went to speak but the nurse quickly hushed him up
“You need to rest, you’ve been asleep for about a day now. Its no big deal, it was just the pain medication we put you on so you wouldn’t wake up in severe pain. But your cuts should be all healed by now. Do you want me to take the bandages off?”
She asked with a small smile and Austin nodded. He watched as she began to pull the gauze off, wincing when the tape was stuck to the hair on his arms. She got the left one off and went around to the other side of the bed and began working on the left. But this time Austin didn’t feel the stinging pain when the tape pulled the hair, he was too distracted over how his arm looked.
There were at least twenty deep cuts on his arm and maybe ten small cuts that were already basically healed. The others though were still raw to the touch. Austin didn’t even notice the nurse had finished peeling the other bandage off and say something as she left until he heard the door close. When he looked up she was gone. He sighed some what not likeing being on his own. He was always around someone friends, family, your ex wife that’s a bitch.
He went to exam his right arm which was far more worst than his left. There had to be at least thirty deep cuts going all the way up to his shoulder and maybe fifteen minor cuts. The deeper cuts were still oozing slightly but the nurse must of put on some Neosporin or something since they felt a little numb by his wrist. After staring at the cuts and gently running his fingers over some of them he gasped when he came to the realization that he had messed up his tattoos. He whimpered slightly when he saw that there was a cut across his mom tattoo
“Im so fucking sorry mom” he whispered rubbing the tattoo gently.
The only thing he loved more was his mom. He felt like he had cut his mom instead of his own flesh. A few tears spilled over onto his lap as he began thinking about his mom.
“Austin. We need to talk” He heard how stern and un easy his dads voice was
Austins dad walked into his sons messy room and sat down on the bed that was covered in dirty clothes. Typical teenage boy.
“Austin its about your mom”
“What, is she ok?”
“Austin, shes no longer with us” his dad whispered looking down at his hands
Austin stared at him blankly, his brain not wanting to process the information it was just given.
“Wh-what?” he asked
“Mom passed away” his dad repeated letting his emotions show and crying uncontrollably
Austin didn’t know how to feel. He had just lost his best friend.
Austin was laying on his side now thinking back to when his mom and him would bake together and have fights with the flour or when he was younger playing at the park with her swinging on the swings together. He was quickly interrupted when the saem nurse came to check on him. He played it off like he wasn’t being torn apart from the insides and she left this time the door was left open.
He saw a familiar ginger haired boy walk past slowly.
Why was he limping?
“Alan!” he called out a giant smile plastered on his face when the boy turned to him and smiled as well. He came and walked to the side of his bed
“I need to tell you something” he said walking back and shutting the door.
Austin nodded as Alan sat down in a chair next to his bed, he took a deep breath. Alan spilled his guts. About everything. About meeting Oli and getting involved. About all the countless abuse and rape. He showed him some scars from Oli and some from himself. He even pulled his pants down, keeping his boxers on. To show him his thighs that were black and purple. As he went on, it seemed like he would stumble whenever Austin came up into conversation like he was leaving something out. But Austin didn’t bother with it. He just continued listening to his best friend talk about the hell hes going through.
Alan went on about the drugs Oli would force into him and how scared he was that Oli might cause him to over dose one of these times. Even about the rape that happened only a few hours ago. He explained finding Austin on the floor of the bathroom leaving out how he slapped him incase it might make him mad. He even told him about how he knew Gielle was cheating on Austin with several guys. When he finally finished, taking a few deep breaths from talking so fast. He looked up at Austin who looked like he was in shock.
“I-I… Alan” Austin whispered
He couldn’t believe Alan had to go through all of this. His sweet ginger prince was in so much pain and he left him to go to Costa Rica for himself. He left his whore of an ex wife to cheat on him, just to get away from life just for two weeks.
How fucking selfish of you Austin, look at your best friend. You did this to him.
Austin looked the boy up and down, he looked wrecked. There was no color to his face black under his eyes. Austin guessing it was from a lack of sleep since Alan said he didn’t leave his side till Oli came. His ginger hair was paler than usual. His eyes looked dead. Like there was no life to him, as if there was no more purpose left in Alan. He fumbled with his fingers nervously and the way he sat was even off and not usual.
This isn’t the boy you met months ago. This boy is broken. And he needs you. And you need him.
Just as Austin was about to ask him to move in with him, Alans phone interrupted them.
Alan fumbled for his phone and pulled it from his pocket
“Its Oli” he whispered
“Give me it” Austin said grabbing the phone from his hand and answering it.
“If you ever. Touch my ginger prince ever again. I will personally murder your ass” He said bitterly into the phone.
From the side I could see a giant smile on Alans face
He hung up before the british man could respond and handed Alans phone back to him.
“Alan, would you want to move in with me? I cant be by myself for too long” Austin admitted and Alan shook his head quickly in response.
For some reason that gave Austin butterflies.
