Rest Your Love On Me {Tradley Story}

Chapter Twelve

16th January 
 

Iris was sitting on the old sofa in his boyfriend Marc's apartment. He smiled at her. He had invited her to dinner and then they had a long discussion. He leaned over and kissed her. She was just waiting for that. She climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

- Dominant? laughed the brown softly.
- Maybe.

He put his lips abruptly on hers, running his hands under her top. A shiver ran through the girl's body. She involuntarily moved the pelvis, making the older man moan. She felt a bump under her. Marc put his T-shirt over his head while the French did the same.

He started kissing her chest as she straightened his hair.

Then suddenly his phone rang. She looked at him on the coffee table and frowned when she saw the name of her best mother appear. Why was she calling him when it was almost 10 PM?

Iris stood up and answered. First she heard sniffles, then voices in the background.

- Anne Marie ? What is happening ?
- It's horrible, it's horrible, she said, sobbing.
- Anne Marie ? What is happening ?
- Bradley ... Bradley ... he's in the hospital.
- What ?! she shot. What happened ?
- I don't know, I was just told that he was in serious condition.
- Which one is he in?
- Mercy Hospital.
- I'm coming very soon.

She cut the call as she put her sweater back on and ran to the front door. Marc was yelling at her to come back as she hurtled down the stairs to leave.

- That bitch! he said to himself.

She had just left him with a painful erection. He was going to have to have fun all alone tonight.

Iris hailed the first taxi she saw and rushed inside once it stopped in front of her.

- Mercy Hospital, please, as soon as possible, she said, trembling.
- Good lady, said the driver, taking the road. Is it for a happy event?
- My brother is in the hospital, in serious condition.

She considered Bradley like his little brother, not by the blood but by the heart. He is the only one she will love in all circumstances.

The driver no longer dared to say anything and drove quickly, but surely. Once there, she wanted to pay him, but he refused.

- I don't want to charge you in this situation.
- Thank you, she said.

He watched her run to the entrance and rush into it. He had just lost fifteen dollars, but he didn't care. He huffed before setting off again.

The young French woman ran to the reception. She was told to go to the waiting room at the end of the corridor, where families waited for news from their loved ones. She found the young man's mother in the corner, her eyes reddened.

- Anne-Marie, what happened?
- I don't know, he's still on the block.
- How long have you been here?
- Two o'clock.
- Who...
- Police came knocking on my door, they led me here.

The blonde settled down at Anne-Marie's ribs, biting her lip. What the hell had happened to Bradley? A car accident ? Armed robbery? A fall ? An agression ?     She didn't know.

***

It was 5:01 AM when Iris saw a vaguely familiar face entering the waiting room. She frowned wondering what he was doing here, pacing. She went to see him and she saw tears running down her cheeks.

- Damen what's going on with you?

He jumped and turned to the girl. He recognized her, she was still hanging out with the curly. Should he tell her everything? Already he had been interrogated by the police for more than two hours ...

- Lewis is in the hospital, I have to stay with him.
- What happened to him ?
- Mikaël stabbed him.
- What? But how did it happen?
- Why are you here?
- Bradley is here, but I don't know why.

The teenager's tears redoubled as he thought about the scene he saw. Howls he heard. The metallic smell he smelled.

- It's because of Mickaël ! he sobs.
- I don't understand.
- He ... He hurted my boyfriend... Brad, I couldn't do anything!
- Damen please calm down, I don't understand what do you mean.
- Mickaël kidnapped Bradley to try to kill him. Lewis wanted him to stop. This asshole tried to kill my boyfriend and your buddy! Just because we are different!

He let himself slide against the wall. Iris frowned and everything became clear. Bradley and Lewis were attacked by Mickaël because ...

- Are you gay Damen? she asked surprised.
- I don't want Lewis to die, he said, ignoring his question.
- Come and wait with us if you want.
- Is he still in surgery?
- Yes.

They sat on the unpleasant bottle green plastic chairs in the hospital and waited together. Leaving the tears to dry and the spirits overheating.

***

- Bradley Simpson?

The two women looked up when they heard the doctor say the name of their curly. They got up and followed the doctor down the hall.

He ran his hand through his salt and pepper hair several times before sighing. He was so exhausted, the operation had been complex.

- How is my son doctor? hastened to ask Anne-Marie.
- He is in the intensive care unit, we will place him in a room when his condition is stable, ma’m.
- Can we see him?
- Not yet, he needs rest, he badly needs it.
- What's wrong with him Doctor? asked the French woman nervously.
- His condition is worrying. He has large lacerations in the back of the shoulder blades to his kidneys. The weapon used almost pierced the left kidney, fortunately this is not the case however it is still injured. He has eight broken ribs and some fragments damaged his right lung. He has a broken and displaced right ankle. We must wait for his condition to improve before operating on it, at the moment we have placed a splint to keep his foot in the right axis.

He stopped to clean his glasses and to rub his eyes. He looked at the two women in front of him, his face ravaged by worry and fear.

- He also has two major cheek wounds, but we sutured him. He has a slight head trauma which should not leave any after-effects. We almost lost him during the operation because he was having a fairly large hemorrhage and his body was very weak. Do not be afraid, he will recover. We put him on a drip and in a heated room because he is hypothermic. Do you have questions ?
- Is he out of danger? asked the mother in a trembling voice.
- Not entirely. He can bleed internally, have kidney failure, or his sores get infected, I can't really tell you what's going to happen. But we will take care of him. Other questions ?
- No.

God only knew if Bradley was going to survive.