The Perfect Crime [ABANDONED]

Sonata

Alfie was curled up, asleep in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs. Luckily, it had some sort of cushion, so he was drifiting in and out of sleep at the moment. The last time he had checked the time it had been almost eleven.

He spent most of his time at the hospital, trying to split his time evenly between Gabriel and Adam. He spent most of the day with Gabriel, considering he was his favorite cousin. And then once Gabriel went to sleep he'd drag himself down the hallway to the elevator, down to the third floor and into Adam's room. Where he would sit. And wait.

It was horrible, the first time he had woken up without someone else's presense in his brain. He had gotten so used to feeling someone else's emotions, always present in the back of his head, lingering there and reminding him that he wasn't alone. And, of course, when he would actually see the paintings his soulmate put together. After losing his vision, he had sort of lost hope of seeing. But then when he could see the paintings, he had found faith in something again.

"Hey, you doing alright?" Michael asked. Alfie shook his head, clearing the exhaustion. He hadn't even heard the door open. He listened to the older Milligan brother walk across the room and pull up a chair to the side of the bed.

"Yeah, just tired," Alfie said, punctuating his statement with a yawn. Michael chuckled and ruffled Alfie's hair. It was funny how much Michael reminded Alfie of Lucifer. They were both so caring about their brothers. Of course, Lucifer was an annoying pain who made bad jokes, and Michael was a serious straight A student, but Alfie still thought that they were good together. If either of them ever got up the nerve to ask the other out. "How are you?" he asked Michael.

"I'm alright. I'm tired too," Michael said. As far as Alfie knew, Michael hadn't even been back to Bobby's house. The nurses were too nice to kick him out after visiting hours, so he spent every night there at Adam's side. He went to school in the mornings. He went to football practice. And then he came straight to the hospital.

"You can get some sleep, if you want," Alfie offered. "I'll be here."

"Yeah, I know. I should...it's just hard for me to leave him, you know? I want to be here when he wakes up. If he wakes up," Michael said, voice tired. Alfie frowned.

"When. He's going to wake up," Alfie said. "I know he is."

"Well, when he does," Michael said, making a point to agree with Alfie. "he's gonna love you."

"Why?" Alfie asked, automatically hating the way his cheeks burned red. He had only had one conversation with Adam. At the party, the younger Milligan had approached him and, very awkwardly, asked his name. Which Alfie had given him. And then he had asked for his number, which Alfie had not given him. He sort of giggled at the memory. He had refused to give his soulmate his number. Of course, at the moment he hadn't known that Adam was his soulmate. He only realized that once the shooting started and he passed out in pain from a wound that wasn't his.

"Because. He's a sucker for a musician," Michael said with a yawn. Alfie hid his smile. Apparently the Milligan brothers had that in common. "And he always loves to paint when you play the piano." Michael was silent for so long that Alfie wondered is he had fallen asleep. "You know, he was worried about you. When you stopped playing."

"Oh," Alfie said quietly. He hadn't played since he had gone fully blind. After the car accident where his mom died, Alfie had played more than ever. It's how he felt close to his mom. But now that he couldn't see, he was too scared to play. He was scared that because he couldn't see the keys, he wasn't going to be as good. He was going to have to relearn to play, and that would kill him. His mom had been the one to teach him in the first place.