A/N: If anyone has a better title, by all means, tell me. I thought this title fit, but if ANYONE thinks of a better title, tell me. Thanks.

Going Through a Hard Time

Summary: Justin and Brian were in a terrible car accident. Justin is in the hospital, but Brian isn't. Will he die? Will he survive? Will he wake up?

One Month

Brian was sitting, starring at Justin, who's lying in a hospital bed. He's hooked up to all these machines. Justin has been in the hospital for a month. Brian came to the hospital every day. Holding Justin's hand, talking to him, staring at him, kissed him. Brian still remembers the accident like it was yesterday.

*Flash back: Brian's memory/POV*

Justin was driving the car I had just bought him. We were going back to Britin Manor, coming back from seeing Gus.

(A/N: Lindsey and Melanie didn't move to Canada.)

We were at a stop light. Justin started going forward, when this car was swerving, and coming toward us. "Justin, look out!" He saw me pointing toward the driver side window and looked at the car coming toward us, and tried to get out of the way. Next thing I know, we crash. Thank god I'm still conscious, but Justin isn't. All this blood coming from his head. The same side Chris fucking Hobbes bashed in. It was bleeding too. I knew I was badly hurt, but I couldn't let his head bleed. I took off my shirt, as best I could, and pressed it to his head. I called an ambulance. I saw a sign, just barely, and told them what street we were on. After I hung up with the person, I just started crying. I didn't want Justin to die. He could already be dead. "Please don't die! Please don't die Justin! Why does this keep happening? Justin, you can't die!" It's just like prom, but worse.

I was in the hospital for a week and a half. I visited Justin every day. He was so bruised and battered. I called everybody, including his mother. They visited every day, when they could. It became easier for me to see him, but it was still hard. Everyone would comfort me. When I was released from the hospital, I wanted to stay every night, but they wouldn't let me. I couldn't go back to Britin without Justin, and I sold the loft. I wouldn't want to go there without Justin anyway. I decided staying with Lindsey and Melanie. Mel wasn't too thrilled. I just wanted to be with Gus. He could always make me smile and laugh, no matter how I was feeling.

*End of flash back*

Brian was sitting there, when the doctor came in. "Mr. Kinney." Brian whipped his face, and looked at the doctor.

"Yes Dr. Smith?"

(A/N: I just picked a random name and the doctor is a woman.)

"I think you should consider...taking him off life support." Brian started crying.

"No. No. No! No! NO!" Brian looked at Justin, and balled his eyes out. Just then, Michael came in the room. He saw Brian and ran over to him.

"Brian, what's wrong?"

"They...they..."

"They what?"

"They want me t-to co-consider t-taking him off l-life s-support," Brian sobbed. Michael just hugged him.

"Do you want me to call anyone?"

"Everyone."

"I'll be right back." Michael left the room. First, Michael called Justin's mother, then Debbie, and told her to call everyone else. Michael went back into the room, and sat there, hugging his friend. "It might be best Brian. I know it's hard, but it might be best."

"I don't k-know if I can l-let him g-go."

"You'll get through it. I know you will."

That night, Brian and everyone else, surrounded Justin. They shared memories, said their goodbyes, and soon the doctor came in. Everyone left the room. Michael hugged Brian, and just let him cry on his shoulder. The doctor came out of the room. "Mr. Kinney? I have some good news." He whipped his face and looked at her. "After I unplugged the machine, he's still breathing."

"That's a good sign, right?"

"It is, yes. But, he hasn't woken up yet." Brian smiled slightly. Justin is still alive.