Rowan grinned, glad his dare was causing further chaos. "$25!" He chimed in, adjusting himself on Damien's lap. "Hell, $30! I'm sure Ethan will be glad to have a friend~" Ethan knocked on the window.
"Can I come inside now?" He asked, his voice muffled through the glass.
"No! It hasn't been twenty minutes yet! You can only come in if you give me money!"
Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)
“Yo, Ro, you’re sittin’ directly on my dick, so if you could just.. not? That would be pretty cool of you.” Damien adjusted how he was sitting, fixing the problem on his own.
“$30! Goddamn, you bastards are vicious! I’m not made’a money.” Chris huffed, already taking off his shirt. “I’ll do it, but I’m not happy about it!”
“Sure you’re not, buddy. See you in a few, eh?” Damien teased, pointing towards the door.
"Have fun, darling~" Rowan snickered again and let Damien adjust him. "Alright, Jake, you go next."
"Truth or Dare, Ro?"
"Oooh~ going for me again? Do something more exciting this time, will you? Dare."
"Alright, alright. I dare you to climb up that tree onto the roof and bring back a piece of one of the shingles."
"Ooooh~. Okay, I see you."
"You can temporarily get out of Damien's lap."
"Naturally. I'll be back~" Rowan stood up, blew them all a kiss, and left the house. He climbed up the tree and actually managed to get onto the roof. A minute later, there was a loud thud from outside and Rowan crying out in pain.
Damien jumped at the sound, immediately scrambling to his feet. “Oh, fuck- I’m gonna go check on him.” He followed the sound of Rowan’s cries, hands clasped behind his neck. He crouched down next to Rowan, holding out a hand to help him up. “You good, man? Shit sounded nasty as hell.”
Rowan seemed dazed and not quite present. He was swaying pretty bad when Damien pulled him up, and he wouldn't put weight on one of his legs. "I don't feel so good…" He mumbled. "D'you think it's the beer?" He turned his glassy eyes up to Damien and with that, collapsed.
“Fuuuuck.” Damien groaned. “Hell yeah, I think it’s the beer.” He gritted his teeth, doing his best to carry Rowan inside with more than a little trouble. “Hey, guys? Rowan’s out.” He finally got him in through the door, pulling the boy to the rest of the group.
The rest of the boys (who weren't still naked outside) swore as well. "Should we call an ambulance or is he okay?" One of them asked. Rowan stirred a bit in Damien's arms, whining weakly in pain. Despite his stirring, he remained unconscious for now.
“Uh, well, he fell off a fuckin’ roof, I think that’s pretty bad. Maybe we wait it out an’ if he doesn’t wake up in like.. five minutes..? Then we can call ‘em. I’m just freaked ‘cause he sounded pretty out of it, y’know?” Damien sat down, resting Rowan’s head in his lap.
The other boys nodded in agreement, and the alarm went off a few seconds later. "Y'all can come in now!" Jake yelled to Ethan and Cliff, who both quickly came in and started pulling their clothes on.
"Rowan, I'm gonna kill y– woah, what happened to Ro?" He asked. Rowan stirred again, now trembling a bit.
“Fell off the roof? Maybe? I dunno, thank Jake.” Damien gritted his teeth and started looking Rowan over, making sure that he wasn’t bleeding anywhere. He looked at the other boy’s face once he started shaking. “Ro? Hey, man, you awake?”
Rowan gripped Damien's shirt and started breathing more heavily, clearly in pain. "That's… probably a bad sign." Ethan remarked as he watched. "Well, no shit, Sherlock!" "Fuck you!"
"Agh…!" Rowan started shaking harder, presumably conscious now, but with his eyes still closed.
“Okay, can everyone just shut the fuck up?! Somebody needs to call a damn ambulance, the rest of you can shut your damn mouths.” Damien barked, his hands resting on Rowan’s shoulders in an attempt to steady his shakes. “You’re olay man, you’re okay, take a breath..”
"Fine, fine, I'll call the fuckin' ambulance." Ethan pulled out his phone and dialed 911. Rowan drew in a couple shaky breaths, grabbing onto one of Damien's hands and clinging to it tightly. "It h-hurts…" He whispered, his voice strained and weak.
“I know, but you’ll be okay. Where did you fall from?” Damien tilted his head and leaned in slightly, almost protectively. He rubbed the back of Rowan’s hand with his thumb, although that was more subconscious than anything else. “And where does it hurt?”
"Roof… head… leg…" Rowan replied quietly, closing his eyes again. "They'll be here in a couple minutes." Ethan announced, shoving his phone back in his pocket. "So, what? Is he dying or just being a little bitch?" "Ethan, he fell off a fucking roof. Your roof." "Yeah? And who's fault is that?" "Jake, technically." "Oh, fuck you! He coulda denied the dare!" "You knew he wouldn't!"
Cliff snapped his fingers to grab their attention before anything broke out. “Hey! Assholes! Care to relax? Dude’s fuckin’ dazed as all get-out.” Cliff snapped.
“If you’re gonna fight, at least do it in another room. This is a little more important than just blaming someone.” Damien sighed, running his fingers through Rowan’s hair.
The sound of sirens was slowly approaching from the distance. Rowan leaned into Damien's hand weakly, still not seeming like he was all there. The other boys reluctantly shut up and waited for the ambulance to arrive. "I don't think we'll all be allowed in the ambulance. Ro's the only one who can't drive, right? He's the youngest, anyways, and I think he's only got a permit."
“Luckily for you, the kid doesn't need to drive anywhere. I think if any of us go with him in the ambulance, it should probably be me.” Damien volunteered, still combing his fingers through his hair. “After all, I’m the only one that saw the immediate aftermath of him falling.”
"Sure, go ahead. If they let you, more power to ya." The sirens were loud by now, and soon there were medical personnel rushing into the house to grab Rowan. They put him on a cot and secured a brace around his neck just in case he'd injured it.
Damien answered a few questions about the fall and things leading up, finally getting permission to be in the ambulance with Rowan as they left for the hospital. It really was a blur to him, the whole scene.
The other boys got into their cars and followed suit. Rowan kept holding onto Damien's hand as he was looked over. One of the medical personnel shined a light in his eyes and asked him to follow it, which he was unable to do. Now, at the very least, they knew he had a concussion.
Damien worried a split on his lip between his teeth, thankfully sober enough that he could judge the magnitude of the situation. “Do you think he’ll be alright?” He looked at the EMTs with worry in his eyes.
They nodded. "He has a concussion, and we think a possible fracture in his left lower leg. Nothing life threatening, but not pleasant either. Concussions and fractures can get pretty bad without treatment. Stay awake, hon." The woman speaking turned to Rowan, who was slipping into unconsciousness again. A different EMT slipped an oxygen mask onto Rowan to help him stay conscious.
Damien nodded, swallowing the growing lump in his throat. “Alright, thanks. It sounded pretty bad when he hit, for sure.” He trailed off, nervously watching the EMT interact with Rowan.
"Do you know how this happened?" The woman asked Damien while Rowan was being monitored. "It might help the doctor if he knows the context of the injury. He'll need X-Rays for sure." Rowan struggled to keep his eyes open, seeming afraid and still in pain.
“Ah.. fuck, we were just bein’ stupid ‘n playin’ truth or dare. One of our other friends- not me- dared him to bring back a piece of a shingle.. from the roof.” Damien continued to fuss with the split in his lower lip. “I guess he fell, I think from the actual roof.”
"I see… thank you." She dipped her head politely and helped the other EMTs roll Rowan inside the hospital when they arrived. Rowan was really struggling to stay awake by now, his fear and pain the only things keeping him conscious.
Damien followed the best he could, nervously fidgeting with his hands the entire time. What was he supposed to do? Say? God, he hated hospitals.
The other guys came in a few minutes later. Once it was time to do Rowan's X-Rays, a nurse came out to fetch Damien. "Would you be able to help your friend stay upright during his X-Rays?" He asked. "He's unable to do so himself and doesn't want us to touch him. He's asking for you."
“I- yeah, I can.” Damien pulled his hands from his pockets, following the nurse into the x-ray room. “Hey, Ro.. You good, buddy?” His voice was soft as he held Rowan upright and tried not to hurt him further.