| Round Robin Drabble 13 |
[Aug. 29th, 2012|03:12 pm] |
Title: Ice Cold
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sangwin
Drabble Number: 13, follows Flash
Condom: Justin
Brian wakes up slowly.
There is some sort of terrible beeping in his ear. His body is heavy and aches.
Yes. This seems about right. Just when everything starts to feel settled and whole: SMACK. Right in your fucking face.
Brian looks around the room as much as he can without moving. Michael is asleep - curled uncomfortably - half in his chair and half on the foot of the bed. His eyes are swollen, brow worried.
The air is suddenly ice cold. Something, no, someone is missing. He would be here if he were fine.
What the fuck happened? |
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| Drabble number 14 |
[Aug. 29th, 2012|07:38 pm] |
Title: Where is He?
Author: jugurl2012
Drabble Numbers: 14 follows Flash
Condom: Brian
The loud, annoying beeping starts to speed up as his panic rises. A nurse rushes in and Michael wakes up. She’s saying something, but Brian doesn’t hear. His mind is preoccupied with the fact that Justin isn’t there.
Brian sees a needle coming and he thrashes as much as he can, which unfortunately isn’t much. Even so, he has to be held down by two more nurses that have run it. When a vein is found, the needle goes in.
As his eyes droop from whatever they gave him and he begins to succumb to unconsciousness, a blond comes in. |
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| Round Robin Drabble #15 |
[Aug. 29th, 2012|10:04 pm] |
Title: He Doesn’t Know
Author: moonbrightnites
Drabble Number: 15, follows Where is He?
Condom: Lindsay
“Brian,” Lindsay cried, mindless of Michael’s warning glance and the nurse’s glare. Her face compressed into tight lines and shadows as she eyed Brian’s ashen skin, thick bandages, and the wires connecting him to various machines. Her eyes filled with tears.
“Does he know?”
Michael shook his head. “And we’re not saying anything either,” he said, raising his voice to emphasize the last three words.
“Of course not,” Lindsay replied after a slight hesitation, then crossed the room and reached for Brian’s hand. “It’s going to be okay,” she whispered, carefully pressing a kiss against his cheek. “I’m here now.” |
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