Brad groaned when his room door opened.
Day seven in the hospital and he's still not able to keep his hatred in the basket, Brad wanted to make sure that Barry knew he loathed him. And so, every day was not only Barry's but also Brad's unlucky day ever. Call them children for hating one another, but unfortunately, they will have to blame Dr. Aphrodite who had enough of their cat–fights and was forced to make the two possibly closer and pissed as ever.
❝ Oh good morning to you too, Asshole. Missed me? Because I didn't. ❞ Barry greeted, rolling his eyes as he placed Brad's breakfast onto his bedside table. Casually glaring at him as he took his own orange packet juice and straw– sticking it in and stood quietly next to Brad who was, sure enough, glaring at the calm demeanor of the nurse's.
Barry looked down at him and raised his eyebrow, Brad scowled. ❝ Why the fuck are you still here? Suddenly in love with me? ❞
❝ Oh chill your fucking ass, how about you ask that yourself you seem to have been questioning me alot. I'm here to annoy you, not make your poor excuse of a day. ❞ Barry barked, glaring back at him as he went over to the room's window and opened the blinds. Hearing Brad's groan made his smile turn into a smirk.
Turning around, he was met by Brad's killer eyes. ❝ If you don't leave, I will make sure Dr. Wayne will be the only one to attend to your funeral. ❞
❝ Oh wow, is it because I have no friends? ❞ Barry sarcastically asked, sipping on his juice as he waited for Brad's response.
❝ Stop dreaming too much, Barry. You know Aphrodite's your only friend. ❞
Barry stood frozen on his place, the memories of his past flashing right before him. His parents, his mother. His fake–friends who were only there for his home-made snacks, the bullies he had received, his old lover who bailed him out because he can't afford a nice restaurant for a first date. His friends who left him and Doctor Aphrodite who was the only one who praised him.
He saw red after that.
❝ You know what, Asshole? Kill me now before you'd be the one who goes first. Dead because of Emphysema and Pulmonary hypertension, and then you'll know that none of your family member was so proud of you after all. Wasting your life like how you wasted women and their time. And maybe your family's trust too. ❞
And before Barry knew it, Brad's breakfast was all over the floor– his IV stand toppled over as he screamed for Barry to leave.
To get out.
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