exmptfromsanity (exmptfromsanity) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2007-09-16 01:48:00 |
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Challenge # 30: Episodes 216-220
Title: Winning/Losing (Parts 1-4)
Author: Exmptfromsanity
Timeline: 218
Warnings: none
Condoms: Brian
“How is he?” Ted asked as Michael hurried out of the apartment and Brian slowly emerged from the bedroom.
Brian stared after his friend, hardly noticing everyone else flinch when the door slammed.
All he’d seen in that bedroom was that vacant, lost expression in Michael’s eyes, and it hurt. He’d said six months ago that Michael was going to get hurt if he stayed with Ben, but had he listened? Of course not.
And now he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
“Not too well,” Brian said. “I’ve got to go; can’t be late for my meeting.”
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He was thankful when his phone rang giving him a moment away from them. It was Michael; that wasn’t a surprise.
“What’s up?”
The words just started spilling out of Michael’s mouth.
What hurt is that he could only imagine that the way Michael sounded was exactly the way he had sounded almost a year ago when Justin had been bashed.
Michael had gotten off of a plane to come back and just sit. The least he could do was blow off a bunch of suits until tomorrow.
“How is he?” Brian asked, glancing past him. He couldn’t make sense of the beeping machines, IVs and oxygen mask littering the space around the bed, but it wasn’t good.
“They’ve got him on all these painkillers and shit. They don’t even know if he…” That was it. Michael burst into tears.
Brian wrapped both arms tightly around him. You couldn’t be friends with someone since middle school and not care.
But that’s not where his thoughts were. His thoughts were two floors down, dressed in a tux, a silk scarf covered in blood, and tears falling down his face.
He sat with Michael for over an hour, just watching him watch Ben. On a typical night he would have been sickened, watching them, being forced to sit through it. But he had to be here for Michael.
And when he got home, and Justin had that picnic set up on the floor, he almost, almost sat down. He thought of the bashing, of Justin hunting him down, of coping.
“Come on, get dressed. We’re going to
And when Justin didn’t follow him into the bedroom he could only think that Michael had found everything that he was losing.