A/N Brian has gone through cancer; Justin has come back from New York for the weekend and one final note Brian has the Jeep not the corvette. I only do this because the Jeep would probably survive the crash better than the sports car. They had made their rounds around the club and said hi to Deb when he got into town. Right now we join Brian and Justin after a long night of dancing and drinking, and they where driving to the loft for some fun of their own.
Justin was fidgeting with the radio, and Brian was enjoying the way Justin bit his lip when he was excited or trying to make up his mind. Brian was stopping at a light, and the guy behind him was pissing him off because he was on his bumper. He was also pretty sure that hid bumper was shiny enough, it didn't need a spit polish.
"This jack-ass needs to get off our tail if we're going to make it to the loft, and still have a hard on."
"You're just fine," Justin said as he buckled his seat again and looked in the rear view mirror to see the behemoth of a truck behind them.
"I know, I just like the idea of my bumper being a decoration for the rest of the Jeep and not to being used tonight."
"Well if your car bumper is just like your rear bumper then it will probably never be used." Justin joked to Brian, as he listened to the music and was remembering the "thumpa thumpa" from the club, when Brian had come to grab him after cruising some guy. It never amounted to anything, Justin found that throughout the day Brian had been attentive from Deb's dinner to, Mel and Linds' going to the park with Gus and JR.
"Haha sunshine," Brian retorted to his comment about his ass, only Justin would get him to bottom, he like it best though when Justin would suck him off.
"Brian watch out…" Justin shouted to Brian as a car speed into them from the front end. Thanks to the jackass riding there ass he slammed on the brakes, but there was no room to stop except through the cars bumper.
The first thing Brian Kinney heard was sirens going off in the distance. It was then that he realized that breathing was getting hard to do. "Justin…" he breathily shouted, the airbag had deflated and he turned his head to see Justin slumped over in his seat.
Blood was on Brian's hand as he reached out, he was pretty sure his shoulder was dislocated on the left side it felt similar to when he broke his clavicle. His jacket was ripped up the side and it didn't matter all that mattered was that Justin wasn't awake. Glass dusted Justin's jacket, there was a gurgling sound he knew it was blood, it wasn't coming from Justin. He remembered his eyes tunneling and the last thing he saw was Justin dusted in glass slumped over in the passenger seat.
"Sir can you hear me?" Summer asked as she assed her patient for dilated eyes.
"Mffrhmm," Brian said from behind the oxygen mask strapped to his face. Where was Justin, and who the fuck was the prick with the flashlight in his eyes.
"Your wallet says Mr. Brian Kinney, is that your name?" the woman's voices said, she let his eyelids stop being abused by the light she noted the pupils response.
"Yes," Brian struggled to say through the mask, the oxygen was helping but his lungs where still painful. Where's Justin, he has to be okay, his eyes where moving under the eyelids, he opened them and the paramedic spotted his alertness.
Summer had been busy wrapping Mr. Kinney's right arm, it had been lacerated with glass, it would have to be cleaned at the hospital.
"Mr. Kinney I want you to stay calm, the man you where with is fine, he suffered some internal bleeding. Where just bandaging him and trying to get your breathing under control then where going to get you both in the ambulance."
Justin was in his peripheral vision he was on an ambulance while a man in his forties wrapped gauze around Justin's midsection. It worried Brian it might mean that he could loose him.
"Justin," Brian choked out and Summer took notice as he moved his left hand to her partner working to pressure gauze the passenger named Justin Taylor.
"He's going to be alright we're going to load you and him now." Summer pacified to the man under her care. "I need to help Ted move Justin into the ambulance and then we are going to get you in."
The paramedic left him for a minute while the driver watched his vitals. Brian could see them load Justin into the ambulance his face was bloody, it reminded him of a similar ambulance ride where he had to deal with a bloody scarf. He didn't want to go through that again. Before he knew it Summer was wheeling him in and sitting in a chair by his head yelling at the driver to get going, while Ted climbed in the front. He reached over with his bandaged hand and touched Justin's arm it wrapped around his fingers, it wasn't strong but it dispelled the worry he felt, because Justin was awake and hadn't held his hand when he was bashed.
Justin had never responded to his pleas when he asked him to wake in the parking garage or the ambulance. He had said "I'm his partner," when they had told him to follow in the car and wouldn't allow him in until he had shouted that. Justin had never stirred. Now thought he heard the sirens run to the hospital and Summer talking to him but his last thought was of Justin when he passed out from not being able to breathe.
Summer was watching him and saw the pulse oxygen ratio drop in Brian, she couldn't intubate unless she wanted to flood his stomach with air the glass was sticking out of him. She heard the doors open and looked up to see the eager Dr. Monterrey and Dr. Bender, good hands she knew they where in good hands.
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Thank you for your time and if you see any glaring errors tell me but don't flame me also I have petitioned some betas so if you see minor changes then that means I have a beta YAY! Cross your fingers I find one who will work with this story.
