O/O Anybody? (Closed)

"Nah, I skipped. and yes. Plus, my friends taking care of Nico and his meds while I'm gone." She shrugged, then smiled sweetly at him. She wanted to let him know how much she cared

He sighed. "Well, girl you need to go home. Go catch up on some rest. I really am greatful, but I want to make sure I'm not messing up your schedule." He said.

"Too late. I already messed it up too much" she says with a smile. "And it was all worth it. Anyway, you feelin alright?"

He frowned. "Well I guess I'm too late. But I feel alright, a little hazy is all." He said biting his lip again.

"Okay hot stuff. Get some more rest. I'm gonna go talk to the doctor in a bit." She says ruffling his hair gently. She didn't want to hurt him or anything. though she really felt like hugging him, she didn't.

He smiled like a little kid as she walked away. He adjusted himself and picked up his phone that was lying on the bed beside him. He clicked it on, and his eyes widened when he saw it had been two days. "I swear if she's been here for two days!" He didn't even know what to say. His own brother would have left at some point. Why not her?

She walked out, shutting the door gently behind her, careful not to give him a headache. He'd been in enough pain for the past two days, conscious or not.
She wasn't going to tell him that she had been there with him for that long. He would throw a fit!
She wasn't even planning on gelling him that she the night.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. She'd have some explaining to do when he got out.

She caught one of the doctors in the hallway as he wrote on a white clipboard. "Hey! Uh…Brett….Brett Taylor, do you know what's happening with him?"
The doctor looked up with an annoyed look, which Azelea wasn't going to let that get in the way of what she was doing. For Bretts sake. "The car crash patient from two days ago? What do you need to know??" He pushed up his glasses?
"I mean what's wrong with him? Did he get any broken bones or anything?" She says crossing her arms.
"Yes, a slight conclusion and a broken rib. It's not too serious or anything. It'll heal in no time. He just needs a lot of rest and he needs to be extremely careful. With his head and his ribs."
Azelea took a deep breath, pleasing her thick lips into a line. "On Which side did his rib break?"
"We fixed it as much as we could. So it seems to only be a crack, but you can never be too careful. Anyway, it's on the left side."
"Okay thank you so much, sorry for bothering you" she says waving as she walked away. She wanted to know more, but she didn't want to annoy him any more.

Brett clicked on the small TV and flipped through the channels. He was already so bored. He picked up his phone and called his brother.

(Should she walk in on him talking with his brother? Or stay outside of the door and listen?)

(Listening would be interesting, because i was planning on not having in answer the phone. So if he didn't she could see the family situation he was in.)

(Okie dokie <3)

Azelea stepped up to the door, reaching for the handle, but stopping. She stared at it for a few seconds before her eyes went to the floor. The clean white floor of the hospital. The typical hospital feeling surrounding her. The overly clean yet sickening smell overriding her lungs, making them feel so heavy, yet so light at the same time.
She stood at the door listening to really anything that made a sound. The doctors footsteps walking down the hallway. The heart monitor beeping three rooms down. Nurses rushing to the room, footsteps…footsteps…footsteps.
Then she hears Bretts voice…
She tuned out all of the other noised. Focused on his…
What was he saying?

"Oh come on dude." He said slamming his phone on the table next to him. "I really can't believe it! You call me and I help you out whenever, but as soon as I might be dying, you ignore me!" He ran a hand through his hair and pulled up a pillow. He yelled into it and threw it at the door. "Why huh?" He shouted flopping back on the bed. He winced in pain but just laid still. "Mom isn't here, dad is a jerk, and now you are just rude! Emily would've answered." He talked to himself for no reason. "Why am I alone in this stupid sinking boat called life?" He threw an arm over his face and let quiet tears stream down his face.

She stood there and listened to him. She didn't know he was going through anything.
She didn't quite know what to think really. She felt bad though.
If she didn't bring him to this party none of this would have happened.

She gripped the handle….biting her lip, she didn't open it just yet.

He coughed and then groaned. "My insides are on fire…" he moaned rubbing his side. "I'm probably killing myself." He said wiggling on the bed. "Alright Brett, we gotta get over this. Somebody could walk in any second and see or here you. It and time to stop talking to yourself too." He scolded himself.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She creaked it open, popping her head in the door with a smile. "Hey! Good news" she says as she stepped in

He looked at her bewildered. "I thought you were going home?" He asked gently sitting up.

(Yo I started a roleplay. It's like a fantasy, adventure romance type thing. So if you wanna join or even check it out I can send you a link.)

"What!? Never!" She says shutting the door and putting her hands on her hips.
"So anyway," she says walking up to the bed and sitting in the chair beside it, stopping herself from sitting on the bed. She would do that when her brother was in the hospital. But Brett wasn't her brother..
"So you still have to be careful. If you didn't know already, you had a conclusion and one broken rib. So thats a thing. But the doc says you should be out soon.

(That'd be cool ;)

He half smiled. "Oh yeah. Is that what that is? I couldn't tell, not like my insides feel like they are on fire. Not at all." He joked avoiding laughter.

She let out a soft chuckle before her expression turned more on the serious side.
"Hey..Brett. Uh….im sorry." She says looking away from him biting her lip.

"Nah it ain't your fault." He smiled gently.

"If I didn't bring you to the party you wouldn't have wrecked in the first place. And I could have came with you in the car at least" she says looking back at him

"Then we'd have two people in the hospital. It wouldn't have been any better." He said smiling.

"I could have maybe warned you, or…helped in some way" she says with a worried expression, then looking down at the floor as he hair fell in her face.

"How could you have warned me?" He asked wiggling.

"Well…how did you crash?" She asked him as she readjusted in the chair.

"I just got distracted in my thoughts is all." He said ruffling his hair.

"I could have told you to pay more attention to the road" she says crossing her arms. "Okay that doesn't matter anymore though. I just wanted to apologize." She rolled her eyes and slumped down in the chair. "Man is this chair a pain in the @$$" she scowled.

"Well I'm sorry, but I'm stuck on this bed for who knows how long. And my butt is numb." He said still wiggling.