Disclaimer: I do not own... Marching band? I'm not really sure if this should be here :P
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Nate laid in the hospital bed, staring up at the celing, counting the cracks. It's not like there was anything else that he could do here, or was even physically capable of. He sighed and wondered how his section was doing.
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"Hey, did'ja guys hear?!" An excited trumpet member came up to a small pile of people playing cards. "What now, Nick?" Katherine, A mellophonist, asked uninterestedly. She knew of the aforementioned trumpet's random outburts, and was used to them by this point. He pouted in response. "No, it's serious this time!" The second chair trumpet was first to respond this time, turning his head towards him while putting down his cards. "Then hurry up and tell us."
"Nate's in the hospital. He's not going to make it to the game." The whole group turned their heads to him suddenly with incredulous expressions on their face. "What?!" They all bellowed at once. "Where'd...you hear that?" Katherine asked him, staring carefully into his green eyes. She wasn't sure whether or not to believe him. "From Nate himself. He told me to tell you guys." The group of friends turned to look at eachother uncertainly. Pat, the second chair trumpet, was furious by this point. "He should have told me if anything. It means I'll have to do his main solo!" He stood up from the ground, and headed out of the band room.
Before anyone else could ask, he told them, "I'm going to make a call!" Pat was often known for his temper. But in this case, it was completely acceptable. Nate's solo was definitely hard, and Patrick himself could not do it very well. The baritone of the group, Scott, turned back to the dark-haired trumpet who gave them the news. "Do you know what happened to him?" He asked in a low voice, not wanting to cause another commotion like the one with Pat. Nick simply shrugged his shoulders. "He didn't tell me." The rest of the group could tell this was going to get ugly.
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Pat was outside of the band room walls, leaned against one of the outer walls. He blew his messy bangs up while going through the long process of getting through the hospital. It wasn't at all hard to figure out where, as the closest hospital and arguably one of the best were close by. As expected, Nate was there. Finally, the line got through to the other boy's room. "Hello?" Answered the other line in a voice he well recognized. "Nate!" He exclaimed loudly, and the section leader cringed at the voice. He knew Pat was going to get mad. He was planning to tell him later on.
"What happened to you?" Pat asked him, lowering his voice a little. He was concerned for his friend, although he didn't show it. Silence filled the other line. Pat furrowed his brow in response. "Nate?" He questioned. "Hey, Pat. You think you can come over later?" Nate was quick to change the subject. Pat growled in response. "I asked you a question, Nate. What the hell happened?"
"Just come by, alright?" Pat gritted his teeth to keep from another outburst. "Fine. What time?" Nate smiled on the other line at his friend's response. Being section leader, he knew the shaggy-haired boy was definitely a hard one to deal with. It was nice to hear him doing his best not to lash out at his incompetence. "After sectionals are over. I'll see you here." Pat complied and gave his farewells before he hung up. He let out an exasperated sigh and pushed his head back on the wall, his phone falling to his side. "Goddammit, Nate. What have you done this time?"
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As Pat came into the room, the group he was in before turned to face him, as the metallic sound of the band room door opening startled them. They looked a bit alarmed for a second, seeing as the same person had left the room in an angry rage just minutes ago. He simply grabbed his trumpet and nodded at them to get up. "Hurry up. Sectionals are starting soon."