Smevalicious banner Let me know that I've done wrong Justin’s POV I wake up and find myself curled up into a corner in my kitchen. I try to lift my head and nausea takes over. The god-awful bile rises in my throat and my efforts to choke it down only result in dry heaving. Come on Taylor get up! Get up! I look over to where my father had pushed the table over and see the glowing light of my cell phone. Shit, alright Brian you wanted to see where I live? Where those bruises came from? I reach over and grab it, flipping it open in my bloody hand. Brian’s POV Who has to know When we live such fragile lives It's the best way we survive I go around a time or two God damnit what time is it? Who the fuck calls at 3 AM?? I dig out the ringing cell phone from my discarded pants. Shit that’s Justin’s ring tone. “Hello?” “Brian?” His voice is choked with sobs. “Justin, what’s wrong?” Oh God, Oh God “Ccan you just come over and pick me up? Please?” On the phone he sounds so small and broken, it’s tearing me up “Uh sure sunshine, where do you live?” “Umm 1620 Brookhaven Drive” “Sure, I’ll be right there” “Um Brian?” “Yea Jus?” “The front door is open, come into the kitchen” What? God this is looking worse and worse. “Uhh sure you just stay put then” “Thanks, Later” “Later” I hang up and my head falls back onto the bed with a thud. Fuck fuck fuck! When did I get so tied up in this?? Damnit, I grab my jeans and a hoodie and I’m out the door. I pull up the house and I immediately know something’s wrong. I get up to the house and thank god the door is unlocked. “Justin!?!” “Bri? Is that you?” “Yea, where are you?” “Keep going straight” He sounds weaker. I get into the kitchen and take in a sharp breath at the sight before me. Silverware is everywhere, the table is turned on its side and a bloodied and bruised Justin is curled up in a puddle of vomit. I rush over, pushing some broken glass out of my way. “Oh my god Justin, what happened?” I already know. “Umm can we talk later? My head and leg really hurt.” “Sure no problem, let me see your leg.” He twists his leg towards me and I want to puke at what I see. There is a handle of a fork jutting out of his upper calf. “Come on sunshine, lets get you out of here, do you think you can walk?” “Uh no.” I pick Justin up, careful of his leg. Damn this kid is really light. His head leans against my chest and I carry him out to my Jeep. After buckling him in I hop in and start the car. “Bri? Where are we going?” “I’m taking you to the emergency room, I think you might have a concussion and you probably need stitches” God I hope that’s all. “My dad is on call now, he’ll help” “NO! not the hospital, please no!” Justin’s POV God please not another hospital, I’ve embarrassed myself enough calling Brian, shit this was a stupid idea. I hate hospitals, the smell the bright lights, the memories. “Justin, it will be okay, my dad is a doctor, he won’t call your parents or make any trouble” I look into his beautiful pleading eyes and really want to believe him. “Bri please no, just let me out here, I’ll walk back, please not a hospital, please” I’m so pathetic, suck it up Taylor your head fucking hurts. Brian pulls over and turns to face me. “Justin, I’ll stay with you the whole time, my dad won’t ask questions, I’ll make sure of it, you have a fucking fork sticking out of your leg, you need help, I promise it will be okay.” Brian tilts my chin up to face him and I can’t help but get lost in his gaze. “I guess, just, don’t leave me” Come on Taylor, this isn’t Chicago, there won’t be a social worker, you will get home before he does, it will be okay. I let out a breath and turn in my seat to face the road ahead. Brian starts the car and grabs my hand, I lace my fingers with his and close my tired eyes.