Hold Me In The Rain

Aftercare

"Come." He says leading you back upstairs.
He leads you to the bathroom and turns to you.
"Bath or shower?" He asks.
You stare at him for a minute before answering. "Shower." You mumble.
He turns the knobs and the shower head rains down. He gently pulls the hoodie off your head and lets you step out of your shorts. He strips himself of his clothes as well and leads you into the shower.

He wets his hair before guiding you under the water. You tilt your head back and let the water run down your hair and face. You lift your head back up and the tears start again.

"Hey. Come here." Bryan says opening his arms.
You take the few steps over to him and let him embrace you.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" he whispers into your ear.
Your lift your head from his shoulder and turn pressing your back to his chest. He wraps his  arms around you and guides you to the floor letting the water run over your bodies. He holds you, whispers to you, and gently kisses you while you sob on the floor.

The water goes cold and he shuts it off. While you still sit on the floor wrapped into yourself he grabs a couple towels, dries himself off, pulls on a pair of shorts, and helps you out of the shower. He pulls a fresh hoodie over your head and you pull on a pair of his shorts. You walk slowly to his bedroom and curl up in the bed. He climbs in next to you and lays with you until the bell for the door goes off.

"I'll be back okay?" He assures you.
You nod your head yes as you close your eyes and let another tear run across your face.
He kisses your forehead and walks out of the room closing the door behind him.

When you open your eyes again it's dark outside. You look around for Bryan but he's not in the room. You search for your phone and check the time. 9:45. He's live. You decide to pop into his livestream. When you first hop on he looks so sad. He must've seen your name pop up because he tells the live he will be right back.

The door opens slowly and Bryan walks in.
"Hey. You're awake." He says.
"Yeah." You say.
"Can I turn the light on?" He asks.
"Yeah."
The light turns on and you squint your eyes.
When they refocus you notice the glass of water and note on the table next to you.
"I didn't know-"
"We can talk after live." You say.
"Okay." He whispers softly and walks back out of the room.

You watch him walk back into sight of his live and glance over at the table. You grab the folded piece of paper and open it slowly.

(Your name),
I'm sorry! I hope we talk soon.
You fell asleep while I was downstairs
And I didn't want to wake you. I brought you a
glass of water with some crystal light in it.
Please drink it. It will help I promise.
Again, I'm sorry.
<3 Bryan

You fold the note back up and set it on the table. You grab the glass and bring it to your lips. You drink half of it before putting it back on the table. You watch his live and can't help but feel bad. You feel like you may have over reacted earlier. You walk over and shut the light back off.

The live comes to an end and you wait for Bryan to come upstairs. When he walks through the door he closes it but doesn't come near you.

"I'm so sorry." He says again.

You stand up and walk towards him. He still doesn't move. You wrap your arms through his and hug him. When he still doesn't move you say something.

"Why won't you hug me?" You ask him.
He finally moves his arms and wraps you into him. You squeeze him tightly and he does the same. You lift your legs so he can hold you. He walks to the bed and sits. You never move. You feel the tears running down your face again and hear Bryan sniffling.

"What happened to me?" You ask crying into his hoodie.

"I'm sorry!" Is all he says.
You pull your face off his shoulder and grab his face in your hands.
"Bryan, what happened to me." You ask again.
"It's called a drop." He says.
"Okay?" You question.

He explains to you in as much detail as he can what happened. After he explains everything you look at him.

"And now it's happening to you." You say.
"I'll be fine." He responds.
"No, you tried to help me. Let me help you. Please." You plead. "What can I do to help you?"
"Just lay with me. Please." He says.
"Okay." You say.
You lay back on the pillows and let him lay his head on you. You run your finger through his hair.
"I'm sorry." You say.
"No, I'm sorry. I hurt you. I didn't mean to." He whispers softly.
"I know you didn't." You assure him.
He lifts his head to look at you and you place a gentle kiss on his lips.
He rolls to his back and pulls you to him. You lay your head on his chest, legs intertwined with his. With only the illuminating red glow from his LED lights filling the room you both drift off to sleep.