[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...
My heart raced in my chest as I ran through the white halls, my breaths coming in short pants. I skidded around corners and brushed past ongoing people nearby, as adrenaline coursed through my veins.
Six long months of no response, no visual sign of life; of nothing. And now this? I was going to kick his ass when I saw him.
With what seemed like endless amounts of running, I finally found myself outside his room. The wooden barrier was the only thing that had separated me from him, and my heart thudded furiously in anticipation. I reached my hand out, grasped the handle, and turned it slowly.
Taking a step inside the room, my eyes laid upon Bradley's figure, which had been sat up, his left hand keeping him held upright. His right shoulder was faced towards me, but his head was tilted to look at the nurse who'd stood at the end of his bed and had been showering him with questions on how he was feeling and what medications and treatments he'd need to proceed through.
He didn't look like he was paying attention, because I noticed the impassive expression that covered his chiseled features. Either not noticing my presence, I stood there in the doorway, my feet stuck still to the ground; unmoving.
He looked fine. Better than fine, rather. The grogginess that had filled his blue eyes made him more sluggish as he went to take a drink of water from the styrofoam cup that had been sat upon an adaptable table close beside him. He looked to be in no pain, as if the accident had been just a dream, all those months ago. The surgeries and procedures had been long since done, and his bones had had the time to heal and mend. The other smaller injuries were sewn, and also healed with the aid of the marvelous surgeons and doctors. Not discluding the generous nurses who'd have taken care of him and kept him comfortable and clean this whole time. For them, I'm grateful they saved Bradley's life.
As I continued on standing awkwardly there, the knob slid from my fingertips and the door shut with a click, that caught mine and the others' attention. Bradley's head turned towards me, and his eyes landed upon my own; his attention fixated onto me.
"I'll give you two some space." The nurse clicked her pen and brought her board to her chest and made her way past me, exiting the room.
A thick, heavy silence filled the air, making it more difficult to breath properly. Tears filled my eyes, as I saw my best friend, alive and well. It felt as if everything in the world that had gone wrong all these months, had just suddenly gone right. As if all didn't even matter anymore.
He was okay, and that made things okay too.
"Colin?" He said weakly, his voice hoarse from lack of use. I noticed a glimmer in his eyes, as he swallowed the lump that'd surely formed in his throat just as it had mine, which caused his Adam's Apple to bob up and down.
"Yeah," I responded, my voice hardly coming out as a low whisper. My feet moved on it's own, and carried me towards him. My heart thudded harshly, pounding eagerly against my chest. I found myself just inches away from his bed, close enough to wear I could hear the soft pants that left his parted lips. "I'm here." I said with a small smile, a tear slipping from my eye and down my cheek.
That was when Bradley reached out his arm, grabbed my own, and pulled me into his embrace.
And for the first time in six months, I cracked a truly and remarkably, wide, confident, and not so fake..
Smile.
--- -4/8/19
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