MINE - B.W.S

8 - Don't cry, baby

My brother didn't make it home before the ambulance arrived, so I went with Brad. I'm in the hospital room talking to the doctor about the procedure while another doctor and a nurse are preparing Brad.

"He is connected to a ventilator to help him breathe and we will pump his stomach with a nasogastric tube to suction out any alcohol. We will also perform hemodialysis to speed up the removal of alcohol in his blood. You can stay here or you can go out in the hallway and wait, that's your choice. Some people think it's very hard to see a loved one go through this," The doctor says, preparing me for what's about to happen. I nod.

"I think I'll stay here," I say. He gives me a curt nod and walks over to Brad in the hospital bed. I look at him from where I'm standing. His brown curls are sticking to his pale forehead with sweat. His eyes are closed and he's got dark circles around them. I slowly move towards him. I take his hand carefully, trying my best not to touch the needle injecting him with fluids, and stand next to the bed. His hand is cold. They insert the small plastic tube through his nose and start sucking up the contents of his stomach. Then they insert two needles, that are hooked up to a dialysis machine, in his arm. I kiss his hand softly and sit down in the plastic chair. Please, just please, be okay.

The procedure finished. I stayed in the room, holding Brad's hand for the whole four hours. He woke up in the middle but was unable to say anything because of the tube in his airway. The doctor told him to get rest. He is now asleep and Tristan arrived a few hours ago. He wasn't allowed to come in because they didn't want more than four people in the room.

"How is he? Is he awake?" Tristan runs over to me when I get out of the room.

"He's fine. He's sleeping right now,"

"Thank god. Why did he do this? What was he thinking?!" Tristan runs a hand through his hair. I sigh.

"You can go see him if you want, but don't wake him up. He needs to sleep," I say and yawn. He nods and steps inside. He quickly gets over to the bed.

"What the hell were you thinking, man?" he sighs in a low tone.

"I have no idea," Brad answers and slowly opens his eyes.

"Fucking hell," Tris says and lets out a relieved sigh, "you're awake."

"I am," His voice is low and hoarse.

"How do you feel?"

"Like shit," His eyes shift from Tris to me in the doorway. He sends me a small smile.

"Grace saved your life, you know," Tris says and sits down in a chair beside the bed.

"I know," he says without removing his gaze. Tris reaches his hand out towards me. I walk to him and sit down on his lap. Brad quickly takes my hand and squeezes it.

"Thank you,"

Tris stayed on the hospital for an hour before going home and getting some clean clothes for Brad, leaving us alone in the hospital room.

"Hey," Brad says. I'm standing a little away from the bed with my arms crossed. I don't say anything. A tear falls from my eye.

"Hey hey hey, don't cry, baby. Come here," He reaches his arm towards me. I slowly walk over to him. He takes my hand and kisses it slowly.

"I was so scared, Brad, I thought you were gonna die,"

"I know, baby. But I didn't, I'm still here,"

"Why did you do it?"

"I got scared. I-I've never told anyone what I told you,"

"You just left me. You saw how scared and sad I looked and you still just left me,"

"I know, I'm so sorry,"

"Who does that when they "love someone","

"I know I'm a dick, but trust me. Being away from you for a week made me realise how much I actually care for you. I get it if you don't feel the same. You don't have to say you love me, I just wanna tell you something, lately, you've been on my mind(;)). I'd walk through fire for you, please tell me you'll be mine," His voice is low. He looks at me with big hopeful eyes. My lips are parted in a shocked expression. Another tear rolls down my cheek. I nod my head and bite my lip to block out any sobs that might come. He pulls me down to give him a hug. He takes my head in his hands and gives me a deep kiss.

"I was mad that you left before I got to say it back yesterday," I take his hand and plants a small peck on the back of his hand. His lips curl up in a smile.

"I still love you," His voice comes out a hoarse whisper.

"I love you too,"

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