The Perfect Crime [ABANDONED]

Coffee and Sex

Michael buried his face in his hands, running his fingers through his tangled hair. He wondered how many times he was going to be here, in the bland white-washed hospital room. He wondered how many more times he was going to find himself helpless while someone he loved was hurting and there was absolutely nothing he could do. 

"Hear back from the doctor yet?" Bobby asked as he wheeled himself back into the waiting room. He had a drink-holder on his lap, with two coffees. Michael took his and took a long drink. 

"Yeah," Michael said. "They say he's going to be okay, they're just keeping him under observation because he slammed his head against the table when he started having the seizure," Michael mumbled as he buried his face in his hands again. 

"He'll be alright," Bobby said. "He's a tough kid, just like his brother." 

"Yeah, well I don't feel so tough right now," Michael mumbled. Bobby sighed. 

"I can see why. You're going through a lot right now, kid. A whole hell of a lot that most people wouldn't be able to handle. I'm not going to tell you you're going to be okay, because I know that's annoying shit to hear. But you're going to get through it. Maybe not in one piece, but hey, there's nothing wrong with being in two pieces," Bobby chuckled, flicking his knee. Michael looked up and smiled slightly at the man. 

He had been terrified when Adam had started having the seizure. He hadn't ever expected something like that. His doctor had never mentioned seizures, and Adam had been fine two seconds before. He was standing there, complaining about how tired he was, and the next he was falling. He slammed his head on the table on his way down, and then on the floor again with all the movement. Michael had luckily grabbed him and pulled his brother's head onto his lap and held down his arms for the most part so he wouldn't hurt himself. 

Other than the party and Adam's coma, it was probably the scariest moment of Michael's life.

"Michael?" one of the young nurses asked. Michael looked up and stood, drinking his coffee as she beckoned him down the hallway. "It's family only," she said to Bobby, who grumbled a few words about family and what she could do with it that made Michael smile a bit. 

"I'll talk to the nurses upstairs," Michael said to Bobby before following the nurse down the hallway. She gestured at a door, which Michael eagerly pushed open to find his brother, looking mildly irritated with a bandage around his head, sitting on a hospital bed flipping through channels of bad night time infomercials. 

"Hey, kiddo, how you feeling?" Michael asked, trying to keep his panic and nerves from showing in his voice. Adam looked over to him and grinned. 

"I'm okay. My head hurts and this bandage is totally unnecessary. I wish they'd just give me my hat back," Adam huffed. Michael pulled one of the chairs to the side of his brother's bed. 

"Do you feel fuzzy at all?" Michael asked. 

"Nope. I don't have a concussion, the doctors are just paranoid," Adam huffed. 

"Adam..." Michael started. 

"Nope, we aren't doing that. I'm fine. I had a seizure, apparently, there was always a risk, and it's just something I'll have to get used to. They'll get me on a prescription, something to make it less likely, and it'll be fine," Adam said evenly. 

"You don't have to pretend that you're okay about this," Michael said softly. Adam smiled and grabbed Michael's hand. 

"I'm not pretending. I...I'm not happy about it. I'm not even sure if I'm okay with it. But I'm gonna learn to accept it. I don't believe in fate or destiny or any of that crap, but I am where I am right now because of the decisions I've made and the things that have happened to me. So if this is one of the things that happens to me, I'll learn to deal with it. Maybe I have seizures, but that doesn't mean that I don't get to choose what I do with it afterward," Adam said. Michael nodded and smiled at his brother.