[BROLIN/MERTHUR] "tell me we weren't just friends." he begged, his bright-blue eyes growing glossy as tears filled them. there was a short and silent pause between the two, almost as if the blonde had been hesitating to voice his thoughts. then, he...
At this time, as Bradley was ushered down a long white hallway on a bed. I grasped at the rails on either sides, I looked over longingly at him; tears once again glimmering in my eyes. However, instead of seeing Bradley, I saw my father. I saw small hands clinging onto the sheets as we raced down the hallway frantically.
I saw my father reside cold and lifeless there; in the same white hospital bed sheets. Blood flowing slowly from the deep, round gash that resided on the center of his forehead. "Father," I called out, my voice un-matured and high-pitched echoed throughout; my words trembling as my legs buckled back and forth in confusion.
Not-so-gentle hands clasped around my torso, it's fingers digging into my skin and bones. "You must wait until he's been treated!" A gasp escaped my lips followed along by a screech. I threw kicked my legs to and from, and pushed at the person's hands in attempt to break free from their grip. However, it was no use. His strong hands were clasped too tightly around my small figure and it was futile to attempt. "No. Father!" I screamed, inhaling and exhaling faster than I ever had before in my younger years. My heart had pounded, and I remembered the fright and the hopelessness I felt as I had nothing but to watch nurses and doctors race away with my father.
The echoes faded away, and I was brought back to reality, and my eyes were once again laid upon Bradley's unconscious and bloodied body. "Bradley," I murmured, my voice deep and now matured, hardly audible as my breaths came out in fast pants. My heart pounded against my ribcage, and anxiousness was crawling everywhere from beneath my skin.
It felt as if that painful memory had relived itself, for a non-gentle hand grabbed my wrist tightly. I spun around quickly, and was met with the serious and unalerted eyes of a surgeon. "What are you doing?!" I snapped, my eyes burning into his with venom.
"You must wait until he's been tended to before you are to see him." He replied sternly, his grip tightening around my boney wrist. However, despite his grasp; I tore my hand from his and I pivoted on my heel and stormed back on down the hallway, my emotions controlling my every action. "Sir, he needs time and space! Please allow the surgeon's to take care of him-" I cut him off.
"I will not leave his side!" I shouted, and the soft chatter that filled the corridor died down to silence. Bradley had already been taken further down the hallway, most likely, leaving me alone with this man. I took a slow and deep breath, and said sternly,
"He's my friend." The words dripped off my tongue like sweet, sweet honey.
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AN; to clarify any misunderstandings, colin is seeing bradley just as how he saw his father before he died. for example, when colin's father committed suicide with a gun when colin was young, he was rushed down a hospital hallway, and a doctor stopped him from staying with him. and now, years later, bradley is injured from a car accident and is also being rushed down a hospital hallway, in which another doctor stops him from staying by his side. kind of like parallels. (if that made any sense) sksk. -lily 3/6/19
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