Blurry ~Tythan~

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All he could see as he opened his eyes was white. He tried to bring his hand to his face to shield himself from the bright light, but it was heavy and sore. He grunted and a nurse just outside the room came rushing to his bedside.

"Are you feeling okay? Can you tell me your name?" He said rapidly, helping the other sit up. 

"So....Many....Questions..." He croaked slowly, suddenly feeling very out of breath. 

"I only asked two." The nurse said. "Can you answer the second one?"

"Which....was?"

"Can you tell me your name?" 

"I......can....Ethan." The nurse nodded. 

"I'm Brandon." Ethan stared over at him, crunching up his face, obviously in pain. "Are you in pain?" Ethan responded by nodding. He clutched his side, letting out a small groan. "I can give you a Tylenol, but nothing else okay? It should help, you're only bruised." Brandon stood up to and began to leave before Ethan grabbed his arm, squeezing it tightly. He turned to look.

"Where's...Tyler?" He asked. The nurse gave a sympathetic look. 

"He's, uh, a few rooms over. Curly brown hair right?" Ethan nodded.

"Is...he..okay?" Ethan stared up at Brandon with pleading eyes.

"I'll go get that Tylenol." He said, walking away. Ethan released his tight grip on Brandon's arm, his eyes welling with tears. His whole body shook as he pulled his knees to his face, grimacing in pain as he did so. His lip trembled and he took a deep, shaky breath.

After a minute or so, Brandon came back with a small paper cup. Inside was a large pill, and in his other hand was a plastic cup of water. Ethan's head rested in between his knees now, and he shook violently. Brandon sighed and walked over to Ethan, putting the water on the small metal table next to the bed. He then put his hand on Ethan's back.

"He isn't dead. Don't worry. He just um, is suffering from brain injury. He's in a coma." Audible cries began to pour out of Ethan's mouth. "The doctor said he should be awake in a couple of weeks, but there's no telling what could be wrong. He could have memory loss, vision loss, reduced cognitional function, any number of things, but ultimately, he is alive." Brandon explained. "Here, take this, and I'll leave you alone. OK?" 

Brandon nudged Ethan with the pill cup, and Ethan rose his head. His eyes and lips were puffy and read, and his face was abnormally pale. Brandon smiled reassuringly and Ethan took the cup from him. He popped it in his mouth and Brandon handed him the water. Brandon then stood up and put a hand on Ethan's shoulder, looking down at his tear stained face. 

"He'll be okay." He reassured Ethan. Ethan sighed and took the pill, and Brandon walked out of the room. 

Guys I am SO very sorry that I literally haven't updated this in so long and left yall on that cliff hanger. I swear I'm not dead I'm just incredibly unmotivated. 

I hope you guys enjoyed and thank you for almost 3K views, that's a crazy number. I'm going to try to start updating my stories again. Thank you for reading I love you guys so much!

<3 Quintin