Rowan nodded weakly, leaning against Damien for support. The X-Rays didn't take long, thankfully, and they got all that they needed. They said they'd review the images with Rowan's parents if they showed, and with Damien if they didn't. Of the group, Rowan clearly trusted Damien the most. Once the X-Rays were finished, Rowan was taken into a room.
Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)
“Is it okay if I’m in there with him? I don’t want him to be alone right now.” Damien asked one of the nurses, pointing to Rowan’s door.
(I've decided that Rowan has shit parents. Damien would probably know about it)
"Sure, that's fine." The nurse allowed Damien in with a soft smile. "He contacted his parents. We're going to wait a few minutes, but if they don't arrive, we will have to make other arrangements." Rowan looked up when Damien came in, his heart monitor beeping ever so slightly faster when he did.
(Alright, that works!)
“Thanks.” Damien nodded to the nurse, ducking into the room and taking a seat by the bed. “Hey..” He took a steadying breath, gently taking Rowan’s hand in his own. “You’re doing great. I know it hurts, and I’m so sorry, but you’re doing great, okay?”
"They're not gonna come…" Rowan said weakly, letting Damien hold onto him. He was glad that Damien was here and not one of the other guys, but he wasn't quite sure why. Well, he's my best friend… of course that's why I'm happy. "I think they're just gonna go over the X-Rays with you."
He nodded, trying to figure out why he hurt so much for Rowan. Well- I’d feel bad for any of them, but Rowan and I are just closer. That’s why. “I figured that much. Are you staying here overnight?”
"Probably… it's gonna suck being here all alone…" Rowan sighed shakily and looked out the window. It was common knowledge among their friend group that Rowan hated being alone. He likely wouldn't do well in the cold hospital with no one to keep him company. "I guess I'll manage… maybe I'll be able to sleep."
“I can ask to stay if you want.” Damien responded a little faster than he meant to, even surprising himself at how the words just.. fell out. “If your parents don’t show, I can ask to stay with yoh. It’s not a problem for me.”
"Are you sure? Won't your parents be worried or… or mad, or something?" Rowan asked. "You know… parent things?" He toyed with his hair a bit, sighing softly. The IV fluids he had been given definitely helped him feel more alert.
“Eh. My dad’s outta town and I couldn’t give a damn what my mom thinks.” Damien laughed that familiar laugh he gave when discussing his family. “Besides, I’m almost an adult. What’re they gonna do about it?”
"Well, I… I dunno…" Rowan's parents weren't really present, to be honest. Well, they were there, but it wasn't like they ever interacted with Rowan except to yell at him. Their influence, or lack there of, was likely what caused his fear of being alone. He'd been alone his whole left; neglected and ignored. Of course he hated it.
(i’m probably gonna head to sleep soon- gn!)
“Not a whole lot.” Damien pressed Rowan’s hand to his forehead. “It’ll all be okay, I promise. I won’t leave your side until you ask, alright? I’ll be there, Ro.”
(Night!)
Rowan blushed a bit at that, surprised. What the hell am I doing?! "Thanks, Damien… you're great." He smiled weakly and lay his head down on his pillow.
“It’s nothin’, don’t mention it.” Damien gave him a soft, warm smile return. He didn’t notice the blush, too busy looking around the sterile hospital room for that moment. “Is there anything I can do for you? Like- do I need to get anythin’ for you, or do you want me to stay here?”
(hey! so lately my posts have been getting some weird formatting once i submit them? it doesn’t show up in preview, so i can’t tell what causes it. please ignore it!)
(Alright, no problem ^^)
"Nah, you can just stay here… they put drugs in the drip." He jerked his head towards the IV. He jumped when the doctor came back in the room, startled. "In the absence of your parents, we have decided to review the films with you two." He pulled up the X-Rays on an iPad to show Rowan and Damien. As you can see here, you have a fracture in your tibia. Nothing else is broken, although I suspect you'll be rather sore for a few days."
“Sure thing.” Damien looked up at the doctor and his iPad, swallowing nervously as they went over the x-rays. “That’s.. that’s good, right? Only a tibia, he kinda lucked out, didn’t he?” Damien didn’t realize that he was still holding Rowan’s hand. “Bein’ sore’s better than being all broken up, isn’t it?”
"Well, it's definitely better than his femur. He'd be in significantly more pain if he had done that." The doctor turned off the iPad. "We'll need to put on a cast. You'll be seeing us in just a few minutes, alright? Try not to move that leg too much." And with that, he left. Rowan sighed softly. "Should we make Jake pay for this?" He asked, smirking weakly.
Damien laughed. “Jake? Pay? Ro, first that requires him to actually take responsibility, and I dunno if he actually knows how to do that.” He joked with a grin, letting go of Rowan’s hand to run his fingers through his own hair.
"Let's just tell his parents." Rowan snickered. "Like, 'hey, my leg is broke, and it's your son's fault'. Bet he'd get in trouble for that." He played with his own fluffy hair, sighing softly. Something about Damien's hand in his own had just felt so right. But obviously it didn't. Rowan was straight.
“Oh, god, they’d fuckin’ kill him!” Damien laughed again, adjusting the way that he was sitting in that hospital chair. It was uncomfortable no matter how much he adjusted, but he could at least tone it down a little. He tried to ignore the fact that his hands felt empty without Rowan’s. If what he thought was happening was happening.. it better not have been.
"Mmmm… maybe I'll just send them the bills in the mail and wait for them to ask him." He laughed. He noticed Damien was uncomfortable, but he wasn't sure what to do about it. He was dragged out of his thoughts when the doctor returned with a few nurses and a table full of supplies. He sat up and got himself out from under the covers to make this easier for them.
“Smart, smart.” Damien nodded, falling silent with the return of the doctor and nurses. He watched them move, occasionally looking over at Rowan to see how he was faring.
Rowan winced whenever his leg was touched and seemed to grow steadily more nervous. His heart monitor was going rather quickly by the time they actually began putting the cast on his leg.
Damien held his hand out for Rowan if he wanted to take it, looking at the heart monitor and hearing the semi-rapid beeps. “You’re okay, man, you’re doing great.” He looked at the nurses, trying to gauge their reaction to the beeping as well.
The nurses didn't seem to be concerned. It was normal for people to be nervous during a procedure like this, especially if they'd never experienced it before. Rowan clung to Damien's hand while the cast was put on, his heart pounding hard in his chest.
“You can squeeze my hand if you have to, you won’t break it.” Debatable, considering just how skinny Damien was, but the intent was there. He placed his other hand on top of Rowan’s for a second, keeping his eyes on the heart monitor.
Rowan eventually decided that he didn't want to watch the process and closed his eyes, drawing in a few shaky breaths. Soon enough, the cast was finished and the doctor and nurses let the boys be. Rowan kept his eyes closed while he gradually calmed down.
Once again, Damien stroked the back of Rowan’s hand with his thumb. “Hey.. how are you feelin’?” His voice was soft and quiet in case Rowan didn’t want to be disturbed, but the lack of other noise (save for the heart monitor) meant that he was still easy to hear.
After a few seconds, Rowan tentatively looked over at Damien. "S-Sorry I'm such a wuss…" He laughed weakly, still not letting go of Damien's hand. "I just… it makes me feel all trapped, y'know? Being surrounded by a bunch of people with pointy things and knowing they're gonna make it so I can't move one of my limbs… claustrophobic is the best description, I guess, but I didn't think that I was…"
“Nah, man. Remember when I broke my arm and wrist fallin’ off my skateboard in 8th grade? I felt the same way. It’s normal, man, don’t sweat it.” Damien gave him a reassuring smile. “I get it. It’s a scary thing, man, you been through a lot in the past.. what, two hours?”