A Delicate Decision

Brian's POV

The doctor walks up to me, and says that I can go in and see Justin now, and I'm so relieved. When I got the call from a nurse that worked here, my heart nearly stopped. When she said that Justin had been brought in by a friend, I knew it was Cody.

The nurse explained to me that Justin had been shot, and had been brought in not long ago. I had asked for Justin's room number, and then hung up. I called Jennifer and Debbie and told them to meet me at Allegheny, because Justin had gotten shot.

I grabbed my keys, set the alarm, locked the door, and then got in my car in a hurry. I drove to the hospital, my heart in throat, praying that Justin was going to be okay. I was so scared that it would be like a repeat of the prom.

When I got to the hospital, I took off my seatbelt, turned off the car, and quickly got out. I locked the car, and then ran inside. Reaching the front desk, I asked how Justin was doing. The nurse asked me for my ID, and I showed her.

She looked at her clip board, and said that a doctor would talk to me soon. A little while later, the doctor came up to me, and told me that Justin would be okay. He also told me I could see Justin. I thanked the doctor, and then walked toward Justin's room.

Pushing open the door, I walked inside. Now I look at Justin, relieved, to see him starring at me. I'm so happy to see his blue eyes open and watching me. After a moment, I walk over to Justin. I pull him close, being careful of his injury. I kiss the top of his head.

"I'm glad that you're okay..." I trail off, afraid to say that I was scared he would die. So I don't finish my sentence. Justin doesn't say anything. He just hugs me, letting me know that he's okay. After a few minutes, I ask Justin what's been on my mind lately.

"Did you find out what's wrong with you? Is it really just food poisoning?" He stiffens in my arms for a moment and so I say, "Justin, talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Are you sick?" After a moment, Justin shakes his head no at my last question.

I listen when he begins to speak. "Yes, I did find out what's wrong with me. No it's not food poisioning. I'm not sick, so it doesn't matter what's going on." I give him a 'are you shitting me' type of look, to let him know that I'm definitely not amused.

"Brian, it's not a big deal." I watch Justin, having a feeling that what he's going to say next, is something I'm going to hate. "When I get out of here, I'm taking my things and going to stay with Daphne. I think we need some time away from each other."

See, I knew I wouldn't like what he was going to say. Before I can stop myself, the words leave my lips, "What the fuck?!" Justin flinches at my shout, and I lower my voice. "Why?" It's the only thing that I can think to say, that won't leave me vulnerable.

"Because I need to make some changes." His words hit me like a dagger, and I nearly fall over from the shock. A moment later, I school my face to look perfectly normal. "If that's what you want." Justin watches me, and then he says, "It's what I want."

Though the words leave his lips, his eyes tell a completely different story. "Fine. I'll pack your things up tonight, and bring them to Daphne's apartment tomorrow." I watch as he nods, and then I get up and leave his room. I close the door behind me.

Inside I'm screaming. I don't want to leave Justin. Hell, I don't want him, to leave me. But that's what he's doing, and I have no idea why. Walking back into the waiting room, Jennifer, Debbie, and Daphne all rush up to me. Daphne is the first to speak.

"How is he?" I look at Daphne, and then Jennifer and Debbie. I decide not to say what I really think. Looking at Daphne, I say, "I'll bring his things to your apartment tomorrow." As I turn to leave, Daphne stops me. "What's going on?"

Looking at her, I say, "This is Justin's decision." Then I leave the hospital, unable to stand being there anymore. If Justin doesn't want to be around me, then fine. I'll just go to Babylon. So I do, but the tricks are horrible, and I keep seeing Justin.

I keep seeing him sitting there in the hospital bed, his left side bandaged up, and I feel sick. This is the second time Justin has been in a life-threatening situation, and I can't do a fucking thing to make it better, or take away any of his pain.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" Shit. Did I really just shout out loud like that? I look around, and all of the other guys who were fucking in the back room, including the trick that I had just started to fuck, are looking at me like I'm crazy. Shit, maybe I am crazy.

I pull out of the trick I had been fucking, and I take off the condom. I throw it away, and then quickly pull up my pants. "Hey!" I hear the trick call to me, but I ignore him. "Kinney!" He tries again. Right as I exit the back room, the trick grabs my arm.

I yell, "FUCK OFF!" All of the talking stops, and the music even stops, making the whole place silent. Everyone is looking at me, but I only roll my eyes and walk to my car. I get into my car, and head home. I want to just fall into bed, and forget this whole day ever happened.

In the back of my mind though, a nagging feeling gets through. What about Justin? I sigh softly, and then shake my head. I don't know what I'm going to do about Justin. He's acting strange, but won't tell me what is going on with him.

I pull up at the loft, and I unbuckle my seatbelt. I remove my key from the ignition, and then I lock the car before leaving it. I walk inside my building, and quickly take the elevator to my loft. Before I know it, I'm walking inside my loft.

I close the door and lock it. I set the alarm, and then turn the ringer on the phone off. I take off all of my clothing, tossing it on the floor as I make my way over to my bed. Once naked, I crawl into my bed, and pull the duvet over me. Sleep takes me.