Soul Mark (breddy fanfic)

Eye of The Storm

To say that Brett woke up with a headache was an understatement of the year.

First of all. Karma bit him back on his head. His head felt like splitting in two, it was maddening.

Secondly, the hell is that annoying sound? Someone's calling?

Brett squinted his eyes to the rays of light that peeked behind his window, the soft azure painted the morning sky told him that the sun yet fully arose, it's still early. Too early for that insistent calls.

He looked around and realized that Eddy was not beside him,
That's unusual, but maybe he's out for a morning jog. Or morning gym. His friend was random like that sometimes.

The shrill sound of his phone disrupted any thoughts he had about Eddy.

Was that even appropriate to call someone this early? Unbelievable. Brett grunted as he located the sound from their couch. He left it there last night,- or more like this morning, but, whatever.

Brett inspected the dialer's id, it was from an unknown number, and by the look of his log history, the dialer had tried to contact Brett for six times since half an hour ago.

Well, that's disturbing, so Brett picks this one up.

"Hello?" Brett croaked to the person on the other side of the call. Gosh. His dry throat was killing him! So he went to the kitchen to fetch some water.

"Mr. Yang? This is officer Smith from South Bank police station."

That got his attention "Yes?"

"Do you know Eddy Chen?"

His stomach twisted in the most unpleasant way "I do, he's my friend" Brett answered, trying his best to keep his voice steady, the ugly feeling inside his gut told him that something was terribly wrong.

"Well, Eddy Chen put your name as his emergency contact." Brett knew that much, and then the Officer continued, "I have to inform you that this morning, your friend Eddy Chen got into a single-car accident. He was speeding and lost control over his car before it slides off the road at the intersection of Ross Street and Stephens road, where it stopped after striking a tree. Witnesses assumed that he fell asleep while driving, trapped for some time before the ambulance and the firefighters came, he'd been safely extracted and currently is in the hospital"

What?! Speeding!? Impossible.

"Forgive me to say this officer, but my friend drives like an old Asian lady." Brett licked his chapped lips "there must be some mistake"

"I'm afraid there's no mistake, Mr.Yang. I would need you to come to the south bank police station and fill some documents before you go to the hospital"

No shit. "Okay, uh.. Let me, let me check on some things first" Brett hung up the phone, and call Eddy that instant.

Come on come on pick it up. He prayed silently inside his head, hoping that all that was just another sick joke or despicable fraud.

His phone was picked up on the second ring.

"Eddy?? Gosh! Where are you??"

"Unfortunately, it's me Mr.Yang," The officer's gruff voice from before responded to him, making him blanched as the dread sunk in "it would be best if you come here as soon as possible Mr.Yang, they have to perform the surgery on your friend immediately, his condition is not so good."

Surgery? "I.. Yes." Brett hung up the phone and ran as fast as he could towards his car, his hungover long forgotten.

Brett didn't notice if he was trespassing some traffic lights, chaotic voices inside him chanting please be okay countless times be the only sound his mind could process at that time.

By the time Brett finally done with the paper works, the officer had informed him that his condition in the hospital was not better than before, so he darted off to the hospital and quickly assessed the damage of the car crash.

He found Eddy, surrounded by busy paramedics, and he's bleeding so much it made Brett's eyes wearied from seeing red, he had several cuts on his face, and his ankles twisted in unnatural angles, with a lot of lacerations all over his legs, but what scared Brett the most was a large gash on the inner side of his left arm, slashing through his muscle.

No! Not his hand!

The paramedics shooed Brett out of their way, shoving him from his best friend to the side, tending to the patient in a rush against the time. He's in a dire need of operation for his fracture on his legs, as the fraction of his bone punctured the blood vessels inside his legs. Lucky for him, he was pretty much out of it. one of the nurses telling him, trying to get him back to reality.

Brett was still frozen when a nurse asked him about the patient's id and told him the whereabouts of his car, and his family. Yes, he had family, they're quite close from there actually, yes, Brett would notify them immediately, and take care of the vehicle and administrative stuff. But with Brett not being his legal family, there's only so much he could do.

Damn Eddy! he didn't save his family's name as his emergency contact! Not even by their rightful name! What kind of Asian kid saved their mother's contact as 'Empress Chen'??!

Well, Eddy had already damned anyway. At least for now, Brett grimaced as he glanced at his bedridden friend. Brett needs to contact his relatives fast.

The rest of his contacts was equally ridiculous, so the police had to wait for Brett, and Brett only.

As weird as it was, Brett understood the motifs behind the pseudo-naming (they talked about it once, years ago, Brett should have known that Eddy would actually do that, something about if a violist killed them from all that jokes, Brett recalled painfully at the good times)

He wanted Brett to be the one who delivered any bad news to his loved ones.

So Brett braced himself and did that.

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