There were two people on the front of the car and one person on the back. Quinn recognizes the driver as Sergei, the person beside him as Marcus, and the guy on the passenger seat as the doctor who defied Hampton orders to let Harold die in a non-Hampton hospital.
“Shit. Is he alright?” the mysterious guy asked, his wavy hair trailing along as he glanced at the back seat. “I’m tired of all this rescue missions where Franco is always half-dead.”
“WHAT?” Marcus shouted as he checked Franco’s vital signs. “This isn’t the first time it happened?”
Sergei chuckled as he drives faster than what the Mitsubishi could offer. “We know Franco. But he’s a weed, pretty sure the fucker is still alive.”
“Well, he is.” Marcus declared after checking everything. “Except for the leg. And the eyes.”
Quinn felt invisible, though thankful. He had betrayed them, played with their lives, and driven Marcus to a momentary insanity. Hell, maybe he still got that PTSD after 3 years. He noticed a new and matching pair of gold bands on both Marcus and Sergei’s finger, and at that moment, he felt lighter knowing they ended up happy together.
“How about you, Quinn?” Marcus asked carefully and with smile. A typical nurse.
“Wha- what? What about me?”
Marcus chuckled. “You’re injured, too, silly. Are you hurt anywhere?”
Quinn teared up, though he never let the tears fall down. He let his eyes burn holding the guilty salts on his eyes, however, that didn’t go unnoticed for Marcus. The nurse cooed on the bloody man who’s protectively clutching Franco on his chest. Marcus trailed comfort words as he carefully rubs Quinn’s injured shoulders. This action made Quinn’s tears fall uncontrollably.
“I’m sorry Marcus.” Quinn whimpered.
“It’s not your fault,” Marcus kindly shushed. “Franco chose to save you. We all know he’s an idiot.”
“Not that,”
“We’re here.” The unknown guy interrupted. “Get Franco on the stretcher.”
The car halted on the same non-Hampton hospital where the guy works. Quinn tried to follow him to the emergency room, but the staff made him stay on the waiting area together with the couple, as the guy from earlier who is named Dr. Gwaine San Diego, enters to lead the operation.
Quinn sits quietly in front of Marcus who is calmly sitting beside the big man that is Sergei. They’re not touching or anything, but everyone can point out the simple yet deep connection that is defined by their syncing bodily rhythms.
“Nothing to worry about there, nurse?” Quinn started, quite awkwardly. “You seem… calm.”
“Oh, it’s nothing that a healthy adult male cannot handle. I know Franco’s records.” Marcus replied.
Sergei smiled as he nudged Marcus knees with his own. “Oh yeah, you would know. He’s been your patient many times.”
“He’s unto some accident. Twice a year.”
L The nurse gave a boyish laugh, subtly raising his hands to show two fingers.
“Is this the worst? Do you think?” Sergei asked.
“Definitely not, bro,” and Marcus laughed in reminiscence. “The worst is still the first one. You remember?”
“Fuck yeah, bro. Champagne.”
“Champagne.” Marcus echoed.
“Glass shards.” Sergei motioned a circle over his throat.
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Tensions and Attentions
Humor[Completed, new upload] [Book 2 of Bro of my Life] In the High Society Upper East Side of New York, tensions happen. Quinn is a pompous, bratty, and genius capitalist, while Franco is a simple political advisor/activist who just wants to punch his f...
