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taking a break

Disclaimer: This is purely fictional, except from the facts, cuz, well, they’re facts. 

a/n: I don’t usually put this here but I feel like I should for this fic because I respect Brett and Eddy’s privacy and I don’t know much about Brett’s current condition apart from what Eddy told us in the past videos.

It was just another regular Friday. Or not.

Eddy, as usual, was at their dining/working table, typing away ferociously on his laptop. His hands and brain were racing against each other as he tried to put all his ideas down as they flooded his mind. Brett, however, instead of assuming his seat beside Eddy and scrolling through different social media platforms looking for fan preferences as usual, was slumped on the couch. He had been in that position for the past 3 hours on Eddy’s orders.

They were about to start filming right after lunch, when another bout of dizziness hit Brett as soon as he stood up from the table. Lightheaded, he lost balance and stumbled, groping helplessly at anything nearby for support. Luckily, Eddy, with his quick reflexes, dashed towards him and caught him as he fell.

“Fuck!” Eddy swore as he hauled Brett to the couch, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, we gotta film.” Brett mumbled, trying to sit up but all in vain.

Eddy wagged his finger at Brett, “Nuh uh,” and made him lie down, giving him strict orders to “Get some sleep and stay here till I say you can move”. 

Brett felt a bit like his ten year old self when his mom made him go to his room and stay there until she gave him permission to leave after he practised for the whole day instead of preparing for his tests. Jokes aside, he was thankful that he had Eddy, who cared about him so much.

Eddy watched as Brett shifted around on the couch, trying to make himself comfortable. He might not seem like it, but he was actually terrified. 

Last month when Brett had fainted on him, Eddy had almost fainted from shock as well. Fortunately, his instincts from his pre-doctor training had kicked in and he had called the ambulance after a few stunned moments. He was scared that he was going to lose Brett, but he put on a brave face because he knew that Brett needed him. 

Although Brett had woken up after some time, the doctor told Eddy that Brett had to stay overnight in the hospital for observation. Eddy had rushed home and packed some daily necessities for Brett. Bringing Brett’s violin was out of the question, so Eddy had just brought one of his hoodies to keep Brett company as he couldn’t stay with Brett at night.

The next morning, Eddy had woken up much earlier than he had done for the past five years, just so that he could buy breakfast for both of them while being on time for the morning visiting session at the hospital. 

Eddy had stood outside the private ward and peered in through the window on the door. His heart had broken at the sight of Brett lying weakly on the bed. Brett’s face was pale and the dark circles under his eyes were prominent against the ghastly white skin. Eddy had bitten down on his lips hard, blinking back tears before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open.

Throughout the course of the two months, Eddy had accompanied Brett to the hospital every time, listening attentively to what the doctor had to say when Brett had been too tired to pay attention. Eddy tried to understand Brett’s condition as much as he could, and took care of Brett to the best of his ability.

It was the first time since a long time that Eddy had actually regretted studying music instead of choosing to become a doctor. 

Sometimes when Eddy was having a sleepless night, he would sit up in their bed and watch Brett sleep, thinking to himself that he should have studied Medicine according to his mother’s plan. He could have used his professional skills to give Brett a diagnosis and find a cure for him as soon as possible. Then, Brett could be spared from all the trouble and pain of having a diagnosis which is ‘still not 100% certain’, quoting the attending doctor’s exact wordings.