Word from the Author: I think I was just feeling particularly angsty. Not to mention that these boys are often at their most beautiful when they are so, be it simply brotherly-love, or whether you want to read more into it...
Disclaimer: ...Obviously not mine, but if they were...
Five Minutes
You promised, I know, man. 11 o'clock, sharp. I'll be back.
He looked at you, before nodding jerkily. His eyes screaming what his voice couldn't.
You hate leaving him here. Hospitals scare him. Why shouldn't they? They're filled with the pain of loss, where death lingers and disease abounds. You're only ever in here if it's life and death. That's probably why you hate this place too.
You leave quickly, there's so much you have to do. So little time.
You promised.
You get back to find you're five minutes late.
…
Sometimes, you realize, five minutes is all it takes.
Finis.