The styrofoam cup in your hand is warm. You think it's coffee but for some reason the smell doesn't register in your mind and you can't get yourself to look down at your lap to see what it is you're holding onto. Murdoc gave it to you as sort of a peace offering and you want him to believe you took it. You want him to feel safe and then as soon as you're out of public you're going to split his face in half and break his kneecaps. You were happy that you felt anger so much stronger than guilt. For some reason you could convince yourself that this was not your fault for letting Murdoc take care of Stuart, but that it was all Murdocs fault alone.
It's about to be early morning and there is a slight rim of the sky that grows to be a beautiful yellow glow. You've been sitting there next to Murdoc for about 3 hours now. He's tried to leave twice but you've held his arm down to keep him there. He has to at least feel the pain of boredom if he is unable to feel remorse for his actions. Paula must be sleeping with her phone off, because she has been ignoring the calls.
Murdoc puts his hand on your knee and presses down hard. You snap your head in his direction and snarky asks him what he is doing. He hisses at you. "Stop bouncing your leg like that, it's pissing me off." You grab his arm that's pressing your leg down and sink your nails into his arm. "Well, you fucking putting Stuarts life in danger is making me so fucking anxious THAT I AM BOUNCING MY FUCKING LEG-" You're raising your voice and you're about to continue but you hear someone clear their throat at you from next to Murdoc and you both look at the person instantaneously.
It's a pretty blond nurse who's looking down at you, obviously disgusted by both of your displays at a public hospital. You can tell Murdoc is being horny on main for her. "He's awake now, sir." She informs Murdoc. Both you and him stand up. "Oh, bless you kind nurse. Me and my friend were so worried-" You're beyond yourself as you cut him off mid sentence by harshly dragging him along. He starts to protest but you just drag him harder. "Stop trying to fuck the nurse, we're here to look at the consequences of your actions." He grumbles.
The light of the room streams out into the slightly darker hallway as you open the door into the room. He's sitting there on the bed. He is staring at the side, but as you open the door fully and it makes a creak, his head looks over at you slowly. He really has no expression on his face and you can't tell what he is thinking because his beautiful eyes are hidden behind the dark shades of nothingness that now occupies the holes where his eyes used to be. But he moved, and you can't help but almost cry at the sensation of his face moving. Your chest tightens, and your throat closes on you. What are you to say?
He says your name in a hoarse voice, straining to get back to making sounds after months of silence. Yet, to you it sounds so beautiful. It's like an orchestra of angels and it sends butterflies fluttering right into your stomach and your own reaction shocks you to the core. You wished you'd had more time with him before the accident to say everything you've left unsaid but now that you have the chance you don't know what to say. Your hand starts to move on his own and you wanna reach out to maybe test if he is real, but you stop as his brows bend together in a very seething and scalding way and your heart sink until you realize he's looking at Murdoc. You laugh awkwardly as you walk closer to his bed, almost frantically. You try to keep your cool but you're failing. Murdoc is laughing disgustingly at Stuarts scathing look.
"Yes, hello I'm Murdoc. It seems we've never proper introduced ourselves." He said, walking closer to the hospital bed with his hands in his pockets. The posture he was displaying had him leaning back in pure smugness and had you not had the self control you do you'd have punched his lights out. "Ya' hit me with a car!" Stuart shouts accusingly, pointing a thick old finger at the ugly green man. It seemed Murdoc was speechless for once, but he must just have been waiting for dramatic effect as he uttered a very proud yes while spreading his arms out wide. Then Stuart turned to you with the same accusing finger. "And you ignored my calls for 2 months!" You turned away from him, not being able to look at him without choking up. "Sorry." He grabs your arm and you feel sparks going up your hand. "Let's go home."
It actually wasn't till a day later that Stuart got to go home. You had stayed at the hospital well after Murdoc had left and you hailed a cab and payed for it where you went to Stuarts flat. It was nice, but awkward. You were unsure if you should bring up the stuff that happened while he was out or if he even remembered it. But you stayed nonetheless and helped him clean up his flat. You had helped unsort it the past few months so it was only fair. You stayed the night and watched old zombie movies till he fell asleep on your shoulder and you stayed awake with your heart beating out of your chest.
You place the keyboard from the floor and onto one of the many stands in Stuarts room. You put a hand on your back and groan. You've gotten so old. Or out of shape, but you prefer saying the latter. The two of you have pretty much cleaned up every other room in the flat except for his room which you are currently trying to tidy up but Stuart keeps getting caught up in things. You get a feeling his room didn't normally stay clean either. He walks over and plugs the keyboard in excitedly. "Uhhhh! This is one of my favourites." He reaches out of the keys and you pull his hand back. "You said that about the last keyboard we cleaned up too!" You say, and he laughs cheekily pulling his hand back for you. Then he shoves you away harshly and starts pressing the keys madly. A laugh bubbles up inside you and you can't help but let it escape. Why do you become so happy around him? "Fine, I'll put away your dirty socks but at least play me something that doesn't kill my eardrums."
You sit on the floor in awe as he plays. The window is open and the light seems to hit him just right, and as he passionately taps away at the keyboard with the eyes closed you can't help but think he looks like a renaissance painting. His azure blue locks of hair sways slightly with his head and accompanied body as he swings along with the music. His kind of music is a music that runs past you in waves and changes your body chemistry and deconstructs you as you become one with the notes that he seems to spew so easily. If nothing else you can admit you love everything about how Stuart plays. You'd always wished he would have taken his passion professionally. He would wow the world. As he stops playing you've realized you've just been sitting on the floor listening to him and admiring him motionless for the duration of his song. Your head snaps to the doorway as Murdoc is standing there with a bag, clapping with that shit eating grin on his face.
"Say, Stuart. Have you ever thought about going professional?"
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Idk I feel like the chapters are so short for what I normally write but i also want them to be digestible idk what to do brooo
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FanfictionYou promised you'd never do anything out of kindness ever again after saving an ungrateful boy from some bullies when you were a kid. You try to convince yourself pity makes you stay by his side, but how long can you really fool yourself?
