Julian's alarm clock woke him up at 6 o'clock, as it did every day. He got up, stretched, and walked into the den, picking up his Kindle off the nearest shelf, walking over to his treadmill, and pulling up the book he had been reading before starting off on a slow jog for a warmup. A few pages into the book, the actor increased the speed so that he was almost sprinting, running like that for a few more chapters, and then, when he was soaking with sweat, he finally switched off his Kindle and slowly lowered the speed on his treadmill.
After showering, dressing, brushing his teeth, and making himself somewhat presentable, the brunette grabbed his car keys off the counter, made his way out of his house, and to his Jag parked in the driveway. He climbed in it, tiredly, pulling out of his driveway and looking at the stereo's clock that read 8:30. It was going to be a long day.
Julian attended an interview at the studio at 9 about his role on a new TV show that would be airing in a month, a photoshoot with his cast mates at 10:30, lunch with his manager at 11:30, he had studio time from 1-3 to work on his new album that would drop in about 3 months, dinner with Derek, Hope, and their son Dalyn who was turning 2 in a little over a week, and finally, at 6 o'clock, he was back at his condo. But this wasn't where his day ended. The tired brunette just ran into his house quickly to take another shower, grab a fresh pair of clothes, a change of clothes, a pillow and some blankets before making his final stop for the day.
The actor pulled into the same parking spot he had occupied every day for the past 3 years, climbed out of his Jag and shut the door, locking it behind him, and trudged sleepily up to the entrance of the hospital.
"Hello Mr. Larson." Chimed the receptionist at the hospital.
"Nancy." Julian smiled politely back, continuing to walk down the hall. They never asked for ID or relation anymore. He passed several familiar faces as he walked down the Hospital corridor, stopping outside of room 203, taking a deep breath and pushing the door open, his eyes landing upon what, to anyone else, would have appeared to be a sleeping Logan Wright. But Julian knew better. To be asleep, is to wake up. And every day Logan lay in his vegetative state, the less likely it is that he will ever wake up. Julian knows this, but yet, here he is anyways. Every day.
"You're supposed to love me Julian. Not him. Not that… creature who doesn't even care about you!" Adam shrieked, holding the gun shakily aimed at Julian's head.
"Adam. Put the gun down. Just… Please." Bailey begged from where he was standing on the rooftop, frozen in fear. Julian, however, looked unamused.
"I'll never love you, Adam." The actor scoffed, looking down the barrel of his gun. "It'll always be him. If you want to kill me for loving him, by all means, go right ahead." The Hannover was shaking by this time, as Julian lifted his arms out to his sides, making an easy target for the scared little boy as he inched closer to the door. But at that moment, the Stuart Prefect came bursting through the rooftop door trailed by Derek and a couple of members from the rowing team, which caused Adam to take aim.
"Goodbye Julian. I love you." And with that, he closed his eyes and took the shot.
"NO!" Logan screamed and lunged in front of his best friend.
The brunette walked into the room, tossing his stuff in the corner and going to stand by Logan's bed. "Hey Lo." Julian said softly, reaching back with his foot to pull the chair over and curling up in it, tucking his knees underneath him so he sat up more. He reached out and brushed away a lock of wavy blonde hair from Logan's eyes. "You need a haircut again." Jules said thoughtfully, trailing his fingers from the blonde's temple, down the side of his face, feeling the stubble on his chin, except for the little spot on the underside of his jaw where his scar laid. "And a shave. You're letting yourself go, Mr. Wright."
"I don't think it's his fault." An amused voice from the door startled him, and he pulled his hand back from Logan's face as if it had burned him. The actor looked up to see his favorite nurse, and the only one he would allow to tend to the comatose boy in front of him - while he was present, anyway - standing at the door, and he relaxed immediately.
"Jesus, Char. You scared me." He chuckled a little, smiling warmly at her.
"Not my fault you are particularly unobservant." Charlotte shrugged as she slid into the room, busying herself with checking the machines, and then pulling out the board at the end of his bed. "They sent me in to give him a bath. I'm glad you're here. Mind helping?" She chirped happily.
"Yeah, sure you didn't volunteer to come bathe him?" Julian smirked, but nevertheless, helped the nurse sit the singer up and pull off his shirt - The actor had insisted Logan wear his own clothes, and not the hospital gowns. He allowed his eyes to travel down the blonde's now shirtless body lovingly, stopping when he remembered that he wasn't the only one in the room.
"You're right, I did. But not because I want to see him naked." Char grinned, watching Julian's face closely. "It's because I like watching you look at him. God, It's so obvious that you're in love with him." She said, smugly.
"Yeah, well tell that to him." Julian mumbled a bit bitterly. They sat in silence after that, until Charlotte decided to speak up again. Knowing the brunette was itching to talk to Logan about his day, like he always did, and also knowing that he was too proud to admit that he did it everyday, so she figured she'd give him an out.
"So, J. Tell me about your day."
With that, Julian launched into a descriptive story about his day, over-exaggerating some things, like he always did, and even though he was technically speaking to Charlotte, they both knew that he was actually telling it all to the "sleeping" blonde that lay in front of them. When the young nurse excused herself, Julian repositioned Logan so that he was sitting up, and began rubbing his arms, shoulders, neck, chest, and legs.
When he was working his way down the singer's abdomen, his hands brushed a spot where he knew Logan was particularly ticklish, and he felt the muscles contract in that spot, and he could have swore he saw his hand twitch as if it was going to swat Julian's hand away. The actor bolted from his seat to go get a doctor, but after further examination, the doctor said it was probably just a response from being in a vegetative state.
That night, after everyone had presumably gone to sleep, he closed the door to Logan's hospital room, crawled into bed beside the blonde boy, and cried himself to sleep.