Guys I don’t know much about medical conditions. Just pretend it could happen and go with it. Lol. I hope you guys like it.
Emmett walked out of the elevator and saw Brian sitting on the plastic chairs staring into nothing. He went over to him and sat next to the brunet. The hospital had called him to inform him about Michael. He was listed as a contact in case of an emergency. “Brian,” he whispered. Brian stayed looking into the wall in front of him. Emmett sighed. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted Brian to snap out of his state before he called anyone. “Please, talk to me,” he put his left hand on the brunet’s right side of his face. “Hey,” he said as he made the brunet look at him. “I was waiting for him,” Brian said. “At first I just thought that he was late.” Emmett wasn’t sure what the brunet was talking about. “Lunch break was almost over when I knew something was wrong,” the brunet explained. “I called his cell phone and…someone else answered.” “It’s going to be okay,” Emmett told him. Brian shook his head as he looked at the man. “It’s not,” he gasped out. “Justin was shot in the head.” “What?” Emmett asked. “That’s what she said,” Brian informed him. “That…he’s in surgery but…who the fuck lives after being shot in the head, Em?” he asked as his body dropped on top of his friend. Emmett managed to catch him and hold him. In a million years he didn’t think he would see Brian like that. He’d seen the man cry but right now Brian was howling with sorrow. His tears came out as well because he thought of Justin as a friend and he couldn’t believe what was happening. He wished he could say something to the man to keep him from experiencing such agony. “Excuse me,” Daphne said. “I’m Dr. Chanders.” Emmett looked up and saw the woman in scrubs but he couldn’t stop crying. He just stared at her. “Mr. Kinney,” Daphne called to Brian. Brian kept on crying. Emmett pulled away from the brunet slowly and got up. He stepped in front of her and tried to calm down as best as he could. “You can talk to me.” Daphne nodded. “Mr. Taylor is out of surgery,” she told him. “He lost a lot of blood but we’re positive he’s going to pull through.” “What?” Emmett asked. “What?” “He’s going to be okay,” Daphne repeated. “Do you wish to see him?” “I thought he was shot in the head,” Emmett said. “He was,” Daphne assured him. “But it’s not what you’re thinking. There was another victim.” “Michael,” Emmett gasped out. “You know him?” Daphne asked. “Yes,” Emmett answered as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Well,” Daphne said. “By what the paramedics told me he was the only one that got shot. Two bullets hit Mr. Novotny on the shoulder, one went straight through and the other one lodged in the bone, thankfully it didn’t break it. The third one hit the base of the neck but also something else…a chain or maybe something else, I’m not sure what it was,” she told him. “The bullet shredded to pieces when it made contact with it and then ricocheted. One of the pieces hit Justin’s head. Thank God it was at a lower speed and what it did was open a wound.” “So that’s what saved him?” Emmett asked. “Part of the reason,” Daphne said. “The plate in his head stopped the bullet and only because it wasn’t a direct hit.” Emmett couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “That little piece of bullet would have killed him otherwise. We don’t know if there is any brain damage yet, but so far he’s been very lucky,” Daphne told him. When Emmett turned around Brian was staring at them. “Brian, Justin is alive!” Brian got up. “What?” “Follow me,” Daphne said smiling happy to be the bearer of good news. Brian didn’t know what was happening. He just followed Emmett and the doctor. He was starting to think that someone had given him the wrong information. That his blond was alright and nothing had happened. When he reached the room his body shook. He moved towards Justin as fast as he could. He grabbed the man’s hand and kissed it as tears fell down freely. “Is…” his voice betrayed him. Emmett frowned. “Is he going to be okay?” Brian asked as he stared at Justin who looked pale. “Is he going to wake up?” the brunet asked like a little kid. He didn’t want to keep going if his ray of sunshine wasn’t going to be present. He just didn’t want to. “We’re hopeful that he will,” Daphne said. Brian started crying again, this time silently. He didn’t care who saw him. “Mr. Novotny is in the next room,” she said. “He’s going to be fine. He’s sleeping from the sedatives.” “That’s so good to hear,” Emmett told her. “We have a boy in our custody…” she started saying. “Evan!” Brian hissed. “Oh my god. Is he okay?!” “Yes,” Daphne assured him. “He fainted and was brought here. We didn’t know who to call because he just doesn’t want to talk to anyone. He’s on the second floor, the kid’s ward. His room is 408.” Brian frowned as he looked at Justin’s hand in his. He didn’t want to let go but he had to go and check on Evan. “Brian,” Emmett said. “You stay here and I’m going to check on Michael and Evan, okay?” Brian wanted to be stronger and say that he could go check on the boy, but he couldn’t. “Thank you, Em.” “No problem,” Emmett said. “What happened?” Brian asked looking at Daphne. Daphne was okay explaining everything again to the brunet. Emmett left them in the room so he could and check on Michael and Evan. He went to the adjoining room and smiled when he saw Michael. The man was covered with bandages all over his neck and right shoulder. He kissed him on the forehead before he went to find Evan. “Evan,” Emmett said once he got inside the boy’s room. He saw that the little boy was crying. Evan gasped and blinked a few times at Emmett before he continued crying. “Justin’s dead. He’s dead,” he cried out. “No,” Emmett said rushing to the boy and pulling him towards him. “Justin is fine. He’s okay, sweetie. Brian is with him right now.” “No,” Evan said as he shook in the man’s arms. “I saw him. I saw him.” Emmett walked out of the room with Evan in his arms. He had to show the boy that his brother was okay. When they finally arrived at Justin’s room Brian was signing some papers. “Hey,” Emmett said as he neared the brunet. “What’s going on?” “He’s going into surgery tomorrow,” Brian informed him. “They need to put a new plate and…god…I just don’t know what to think anymore.” Emmett put Evan on the floor and grabbed him by the hand. The two of them walked closer. Emmett told Evan what was happening. For a brief moment he thought it was wrong of him but he wasn’t going to lie to the boy. He could see that Evan needed the truth and not to be babied. “Are you feeling better now?” Emmett asked. Evan sighed and shook his head. “But I’m happy Justin is going to make it.” “Evan,” Brian said as he moved closer. “Do you know why Justin has a metal plate in his head?” Evan nodded. “He had this accident on a motorcycle. He has a scar on top of his head but you can’t see it because he let his hair grow.” Brian nodded slowly. He pulled the boy to him and hugged him. Emmett smiled and left them there. He had to call the guys and Debbie to tell them what had happened with Michael. He was so happy that everyone was going to be okay. *** “You’re going to be okay,” Debbie said. Michael smiled at her. He still couldn’t believe what had happened. The police had come to tell him that they had been chasing a car when the guys started shooting at them. Three of the bullets that hit him were from those guys. Thankfully they had been caught. When the man had learned that Justin had been hit as well he’d been worried. But his mom assured him over and over again that Justin was alive. “Hello,” Emmett said coming into the room with a flower arrangement. “You didn’t have to bring that,” Michael said but was smiling like a fool. “They’re really nice.” Emmett smiled. “How are you feeling?” “Great,” Michael said. “But I know that’s the drugs talking.” Emmett smirked. “How is Justin?” Michael asked. “I heard he was shot in the head. Is that true?” The tall man nodded. “Yeah, but the bullet was stopped by a plate he had in his head from a previous accident.” “Thank God,” Michael said. “Is he up yet?” “He just came out of surgery,” Emmett told them. “But the doctors are confident that he’s going to be just fine.” “Has Brian come?” Michael asked. Emmett swallowed. “He’s…” “He’s with Justin,” Michael whispered with a frown. “Evan is with him,” Emmett said trying to change the subject. “Molly came for him last night and he was adamant about leaving. So she promised to bring him back and there he is. That boy looked so frightened.” “God,” Michael said remembering that Evan had been present. He was just happy that the boy wasn’t the one that got shot at. But still he knew how traumatizing it must have been. “I’m so happy that he’s going to be okay,” Debbie said. “I’m going to go see him.” Emmett nodded and neared Michael’s bed. “You okay?” “I don’t know,” Michael said. “I…I don’t know.” “The cops were here,” Emmett said. “What happened?” “They caught the guys,” Michael told him. “I’m so glad,” Emmett replied. “Those fucking bastards!” “Oh my god,” Debbie said as she came back rushing into the room. “What is it, Ma?” Michael asked. “I don’t know,” Debbie said crying. “Justin had some kind of an attack. I don’t know. They pushed us out of the room.” “Oh God,” Emmett said going to her and hugging her. “I need to see,” Michael said. “You can’t, Michael,” Emmett told him. “I’m going to go check.” When Emmett came out Molly and Evan were hugging each other in front of Justin’s room. Brian was nowhere to be found. “Where is Brian?” Emmett asked. “He walked away,” Molly answered. “I tried to call to him but I don’t think he was listening to me or anything for that matter.” “I’m sorry,” Emmett said. “What happened?” “I don’t know,” Molly said crying. “I have no clue.” “Okay,” Emmett said as he rubbed her back. “I’ll be right back.” He went back to Michael’s room and told them he would be back. Debbie and Michael nodded and watched him go. “Ma,” Michael said. “What is it sweetie?” Debbie asked. “Are you comfortable?” “Yeah,” Michael told her. “I…has Brian been here at all to come see me?” “He did,” Debbie assured him. “You were sleeping. He asked how you were doing and stayed a few minutes.” “And then what did he do?” Michael asked. “He went back to check on Justin. He’s worried that Justin is not going to pull through,” she told him. Michael bit his lower lip. “Is something wrong, honey?” Debbie asked as she caressed his face. “Nothing, Ma,” Michael assured her. “Are you sure?” Debbie asked. Michael nodded and leaned back in the bed. He couldn’t wait to go home. He felt so horrible knowing that Brian was showing more interest in the blond than in him. He closed his eyes pretending that it wasn’t happening and slowly fell asleep. *** “I can’t do this,” Brian said. “I can’t. I’m falling apart.” “Shhh,” Emmett said. “It’s going to be okay.” “I can’t do anything to help him, Em,” Brian said crying. Emmett sighed not sure what to do. He had found Brian outside the hospital and he was a mess. So he had brought him back to the apartment. “I have to call Molly,” Brian said reaching for his cell phone. “Let me talk to her,” Emmett said grabbing the phone. Brian nodded. Emmett got up and went to the kitchen. He started to make some tea hoping that it would calm the brunet a bit. “Hi,” he said when the phone was answered. “Hello?” Molly said. “Brian?” “No, it’s Emmett,” he told her. “Look, I brought Brian home because he was out of it. I’m calling to ask you how Justin’s doing.” “She told us that it’s the side effects,” Molly said. “We went through this once and it’s so hard.” Emmett sighed. “I knew it,” Molly said. “But somehow it’s different now. I think its worst than before,” she told him and started crying. He wished he could be with her too. “Do you want me to go there?” “No,” Molly assured him. “It’s okay. My cousin is coming. She will be here soon, but thank you.” “Good,” Emmett told her. “You take care of him,” Molly said. “Of course I will,” Emmett said. “If anything happens please, call me.” “No problem,” she told him. “Thanks Emmett.” “It’s nothing,” he told her. Then he hung up and went to where Brian was. “Is he okay?” Brian asked. “Yeah,” Emmett said sitting down again. He put the phone on the table in front of them. “Molly told me it was the side effects. That this happened before when…he had the accident.” “I don’t know him,” Brian said. “What?” Emmett asked frowning. “What are you talking about?” “He’s a fucking mystery to me,” Brian muttered. “I didn’t know about the accident or about his parents leaving him money. And I know there are so many other things that I still don’t know.” Emmett opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t think of anything. “I don’t even know about his previous boyfriends or if he got sick when he was little,” Brian ranted. “I don’t know what things he hates or what he likes to do for fun.” Emmett opened his eyes wide as he licked his lips. “And I just married him,” Brian blurted out. “Brian,” Emmett said. “Relax,” he told him. “You have the rest of your life and his to find out all that. Does he know all about you?” Brian frowned. “This is not about me.” “Right,” Emmett said. “Maybe he doesn’t share as much as you would like because you don’t do the same. Maybe you need time for these things to come to light. I don’t know. The point is that you two love each other. And don’t tell me you don’t know him because I’ve seen the two of you together and both of you can read the other like a book.” Brian sighed and nodded slowly before he started crying again. “I almost lost him. I was so fucking scared,” he gasped. “I thought I lost him and…” “What?” Emmett asked. “I wanted to die,” Brian confessed. “I just didn’t care anymore.” Emmett wrapped his arms around the brunet. “Don’t you ever say that ever again, you hear me? I’m going to fucking tell Justin.” Brian pulled away with a raised brow. “He wouldn’t want you to think like that,” Emmett assured him. “If you died would you want Justin to kill himself?” “Of course not!” Brian yelled. “Exactly,” Emmett pointed out. Brian sighed. “You don’t understand what it was like.” “Brian,” Emmett said pulling the brunet’s head by the chin so they could look at each other. “I know exactly what it feels like. When George died I didn’t care for anything at all.” Brian regretted saying what he did. “I’m sorry.” Emmett smiled. “It’s okay. Look I don’t know what you guys are going to do to talk about all these things that you don’t know about each other, but you have each other.” Brian nodded. “It’s going be okay,” Emmett told him. The tea pot started screeching. Emmett got up and started serving the tea. He looked at Brian when the brunet stood next to him. “I’m going to go back,” Brian said. “No,” Emmett told him. “You’re going to rest and then we’ll go back.” “Emmett,” Brian started. “Brian,” Emmett said sternly. Brian sighed and gave in. He drank the damn tea that Emmett prepared and then pretended to be resting. When Emmett went to take a shower the brunet snuck out to go to the hospital. He just needed to be with his blond. *** It been three weeks since Michael had been shot. Now he was coming home and after a big argument with his mother Debbie relented. He wanted to stay at his own apartment. He knew he had to take it easy but he could take care of himself. “We were waiting for you,” Emmett said smiling. Michael smiled and stepped inside with Ted behind him. “What is that?” Ted asked pointing at the cake. “It’s a welcome home cake,” Emmett told them. Brian smirked. “Hey,” Michael said. “Hi,” Brian responded. “I saw Justin,” Ted said. “He still hasn’t woken up.” Brian shook his head and frowned. “Daphne said his body is healing.” “It’s so horrible,” Michael said. “I feel like this is my fault.” “What are you talking about?” Emmett asked. Michael shrugged. “I was the one that told Evan that I was going to give him that damn comic. If they never had been there, this would have never happened to Justin.” “Stop beating yourself up,” Brian told him. “This is nobody’s fault except those fucking bastards and they’re paying for it.” “He’s right,” Ted said as he leaned closer to the cake and ran his finger on the frosting. “Mmm,” he said as he sucked said finger. “Now I don’t want any,” Brian joked. Michael and Emmett laughed while Ted rolled his eyes. Michael was happy that his friends were there. After a while he retired to his room and Ted helped him settle in. He took his pills and fell asleep a few minutes after. “He’s out,” Ted said sitting down. “He hasn’t slept much these past days.” “I should go,” Brian said getting up. “Take care honey,” Emmett told him. “Do you want to go have a drink?” Ted asked as he helped Emmett clean the plates and glasses. “Sure,” Emmett agreed. When Emmett came back to his apartment it was really late. He took a shower and then started putting on his night creams. He got in bed and almost fell asleep when someone started banging on the door. He had an idea of who it was. When he opened the door Brian was standing there with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hands. “What happened to you?” Emmett asked. “What?” Brian asked as he pushed Emmett to the side and walked to the living room. He sat on the sofa and leaned back with his eyes closed. “What’s going on?” Michael asked coming out of his room. “It’s nothing,” Emmett assured him. “Go back to sleep.” Michael nodded and made as if he had gone back to sleep but he left his door ajar. He watched as Emmett took Brian’s boots off and then grabbed the bottle and hid it. Then Emmett left and came back with a duvet to cover the brunet. He wished he could go there to help Brian himself. “He was shaking,” Brian whispered. Emmett sighed. “And I couldn’t stop him,” Brian said like a little kid. “I’m sorry.” Emmett kneeled in front of Brian. “It’s not your fault,” Emmett said. “Go to sleep.” Brian nodded and closed his eyes. Emmett watched him for a few seconds before he got up and went to his bedroom. Michael came out slowly and stared at the brunet. He caressed Brian’s face and smiled. He turned around and went towards his bedroom. When he was about to close the door he saw Brian get up and go to the bathroom. He waited because he was worried that because the brunet was drunk he would hurt himself. Brian came back and went to the kitchen. He knew that the guys kept alcohol under the sink. He grabbed a bottle and drank from it as tears fell. He just wanted to forget about the pain inside of him. He wanted to forget everything. He went to the sofa and sat down. He was staring into nothing as he drank. “God,” Michael whispered not sure what to do. Brian put the bottle on the table in front of him and pulled his legs up. He wrapped his arms around them and buried his head on his knees as he cried. He cried until sleep claimed him. Michael couldn’t believe what he was watching. He walked towards Brian slowly and with his good arm he pulled the covers on top of Brian. He bent down and kissed the brunet’s forehead before he headed to his bedroom. He got in bed and sighed. He had a bad feeling at the pit of his stomach but pushed it all away. Then he went to sleep hoping for a better day in the morning. *** “How are you honey?” Debbie asked. “I’m okay,” Michael said. He walked to the living room and saw Brian sitting with Gus in his lap. He smiled at them before he kept walking to the kitchen. “How are you feeling?” Lindsay asked Michael. “Much better,” Michael informed her. Then he leaned and kissed his daughter. “I wish I could pick her up.” “You will soon,” Lindsay said as she bounced Jenny in her arms. She knew that Michael still hadn’t regained full strength because of the bullet that had injured his bone. Jenny laughed and tried to reach for his father. Michael would hold her hands and kiss them. “Try to smile a bit,” Emmett said as he sat next to Brian. He hadn’t seen the brunet in about a week because the brunet had stopped coming to his apartment. He had tried calling the brunet but it was pointless. Brian wasn’t looking too good in his opinion. “Leave me alone,” Brian replied as he held his son. Emmett knew that Justin had woken up but was completely paralyzed. He even had talked to the blond even thought it had been really difficult for Justin to do so. The blond was going to have to take physical therapy to be able to walk and move freely once again. “I didn’t want to come,” Brian said. “Justin needs me.” “It’s only for a little while,” Emmett assured him. “Plus you get to see Gus.” Brian smiled a bit. “That’s what he said.” Emmett chuckled. “Justin knows what’s best for you. You look awful.” Brian shrugged. “I don’t really care.” Emmett smiled widely at that. The label queen he used to know as Brian Kinney was more worried about his husband than what he looked like. It was a good thing. “You could have shaved,” Emmett pointed out smirking. Brian glared at him. “I’m hungry,” Gus said pushing himself down on the floor to find his mother. “We’re ready to eat,” Debbie said to Gus as she grabbed him by the hand. They all went and sat down. Brian didn’t eat much. He kept pushing his food back and forth. “I’m going to the hospital today,” Debbie said. “Anyone wants to come.” “I will,” Lindsay said. “Do you want to come, Michael?” Debbie asked. “No,” Michael spat out. “What do I care?” Brian looked up at his friends and frowned. “What is with you?” Emmett asked. Michael glared at Emmett. “Don’t get me started.” Brian used his tongue in cheek expression. “Why don’t you want to go see Justin?” Debbie asked. Everyone except Brian turned to look at Michael. Michael frowned and his eyes watered. He got up full of anger. “Fuck it!” “Michael?” Ted asked surprised. “What’s going on with him?” Melanie asked as she leaned towards Lindsay. “I can’t do this anymore,” he said and tears sprang out. “I can’t do it, Brian.” “Honey,” Debbie gasped. “What’s wrong?” “I tried so hard,” Michael told them. “I thought if I was a better friend to Brian things would change.” Brian rolled his lips inside his mouth and still wouldn’t look at Michael. “I thought that with time we could fix things and…and we would get back together,” Michael said. “But he has really moved on.” “Honey,” Debbie said. “Relax.” “Look at you Brian!” Michael said and laughed bitterly. “Look at your clothes. You didn’t even bother with them. Look at your face, you haven’t been sleeping. You haven’t bothered to shave. You don’t bother to do much of anything lately!” “Leave it alone, Michael,” Brian told him. “I haven’t asked you to do anything.” “But I wanted to be there for you, Brian,” Michael pointed out. “I thought that if I tried my hardest things would be like before.” Brian stayed quiet. “I could hear you at night, you know, when you used to come to the apartment looking for Emmett. And Emmett was there to tell you how everything was going to be okay.” Emmett looked down at this plate. “Sometimes you would drink so much that I could sit next to you and you wouldn’t even know that I was there,” Michael related. “And you were so drunk that you didn’t care. And I held you tight as you cried,” Michael said crying himself. “Then you would fall asleep like that.” Ted opened his mouth in shock. He couldn’t believe what was going on. He had never seen Michael so agitated in his life. “You haven’t done that since you were a kid when you used to sneak into my room,” Michael pointed out. Brian got up. “I should go.” “What’s happening to you, Brian?” Lindsay asked scared. “He doesn’t eat, he doesn’t trick, he only takes drugs and alcohol to make it all better,” Michael hissed. “Because that’s what he knows to do. Push all that pain away.” “They are having problems again,” Melanie said to Lindsay. “Do they ever get tired of it? Don’t get into it.” “Shhh,” Lindsay whispered. Emmett looked at Brian and knew he was suffering for his blond. He had tried to make Brian see the positive sides of things but the brunet was still beating himself up for not being able to do anything for Justin. “It’s like he’s fucking dead,” Michael said. “You stopped living, Brian.” “Are you sick?” Debbie asked worried. “Oh my god,” Ted said. “Are you?” “I wouldn’t be surprised,” Melanie informed them. “With all the guys he’s fucked.” “I’m so pissed at you Brian,” Michael said. “How could you do this to me, Brian? How could you?!” Brian looked away now sure how much Michael knew. He didn’t think he could answer the man. He could see how hurt the man that used to be his best friend was and it was his fault. He looked at everyone that were staring at him and then at Michael. He had wanted to prevent this, that’s why he had broken up with Michael such a long time ago. He should have never gotten back with him the first time no matter what they told him. “You have never been like this with me,” Michael told him as the tears fell down and as much as he tried to stop them, he couldn’t. “You know how much that hurts?!” “Guys, what’s going on?” Lindsay asked looking at Brian. “What the fuck did you do to my son?” Debbie asked angry. “You can be such an asshole sometimes,” Melanie commented. “You don’t care about anyone, do you?” Emmett hated that everyone was attacking Brian. “Oh no,” Michael protested. “Apparently he can love…just not me,” he said the words but they were burning into his soul. Brian sighed and stayed quiet. His eyes watered and it took him so much not to break down. He didn’t have anyone to turn to. He just stood there and took it all. “What’s going on?” Ted asked. Michael couldn’t stop crying. “You know, I go each night to bed wishing he would just die!” “Fuck you!” Brian yelled turning into a mad man as he tried to reach for Michael but Emmett got in the middle. “Walk away,” Emmett told him. “Fuck you, Michael. How can you say that?” Brian asked. “Because I’m hurt and I’m jealous,” Michael said and shook his head. He wrapped his arms around himself. “I don’t mean it. I’m sorry. I think…I don’t. I’m so angry with him and you!” Brian rubbed his face and finally pulled back. “I hate him so much and yet I would give anything for you to love me half as much,” Michael said as he cleaned his face but the tears kept coming. “What?” Lindsay asked looking from Brian to Michael. “What’s going on?” Debbie sat down knowing right away what was going on. She had seen the way Brian and Justin were with each other but she had preferred to ignore it. Telling herself she was seeing things that weren’t really there, but now she couldn’t deny it anymore. “How I wish that you would love me the way you do him,” Michael said and sniffled. “How I would have given anything, I would have done anything to see you love me the way you do him. I just…what does he has that I don’t?” Brian turned around and walked to the door. He grabbed his jacket and left the house. He couldn’t face them. “Jesus Christ,” Ted said. Emmett looked around and then at Michael. He only received a glare from Michael. “And you knew about Brian and Justin!” Michael hissed. Emmett opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Michael asked. “I’m sorry,” Emmett said. “Emmett?” Ted asked shocked. Emmett quickly went to pick his coat and went after the brunet. Ted was amazed. “I knew that Brian liked Justin but…” Ted shook his head. “I don’t understand.” “How did this happen?” Melanie asked. “When did you know?” Lindsay asked. “At first,” Michael said sitting down slowly. “I just wanted to pretend that he just was suffering for his friend,” he told them. “Until I couldn’t anymore and I tried to get him back but…he would push me away each time until he stopped coming to the apartment.” “Shit,” Melanie said. Michael started crying again. Debbie got up and went to hug him. She tried to soothe him but it was proving to be hard. Michael finally knew that he had lost Brian and it hurt like nothing he’d ever experience before.
Thanks to Rose Thorn for helping me tons with this chapter. Sorry that I bothered you so much. Love ya.