Bonds Battered
A/N: I do not own anything the characters are the work of CP Coulter. I also do not own glee.
Ch.1
After Hell Night I find myself waking up in a hospital bed. There's no one else in the room but me. The walls are light pink and the sheets are white it looks like the typical hospital. I see the door open and there are my parents standing in the door way with tears in their eyes. They see that I am okay but there still crying which could only mean one thing. I scream out "Where is Ethan?" They calm me down and tell me that Ethan is in the room across the hall. They tell me that he is in a coma and it's then that my heart breaks. My twin brother, my best friend, and the only person who truly understands me are in a coma and I am alone. This realization hits me like a ton of bricks. My days in the hospital are spent in Ethan's bed. I didn't want us to be separated ever again. However even though I thought that it sounded reasonable our parents disagreed. They came in Ethan's room on a Sunday night and told me that me staying here wasn't healthy and that school started back tomorrow and that I had to go back. I knew they were right school was important. Leaving Ethan behind was the saddest thing I had ever done. After a month of crying and not sleeping it seemed Windsor had finally decided that I needed cheering up so they all tried to help in their own ways. Logan came over and we played video games or went out for coffee. Kurt even baked me a special batch of cookies.
Dwight and I had started hanging around a lot more. He's the one person in Windsor that knew what I was going through. We would sit and talk and more than once he would fall asleep in the bed that was meant to be Ethan's. Ethan had never slept in it being that we slept together because we didn't want to be apart while we slept. However one night when Dwight was there I had a dream that Ethan's monitor flat-lined. I woke up crying and I forgot that Dwight was there but he wrapped his arms around me and rocked me back to sleep. When I woke up I noticed we were both lying down and my head was on Dwight's chest. I had never been that close to anyone but Ethan. It felt off and weird for it not to be him. After a week the nightmares got more frequent to one or two a week. Dwight hadn't told anyone about my nightmares. We decided that because he spent so much time in my room that he should just move in. So on moving day he lined the doors and window sills with rock salt and then he made his bed.