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

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 and Two weeks

It's been two weeks since they took Justin off the ventilator. (That is what the life support machine is called. I looked it up.) Brian would sit next to Justin, talk to him, kiss him, watch him. He barely ate. Barely slept. Barely went to the bathroom. They still didn't let him sleep there. He stayed at Lindsey and Melanie's, and all he would do is stay awake at night and think of Justin. He couldn't help it. Everybody would try and get him to go home, well, Lindsey and Melanie's home, or at least to the cafeteria. He wouldn't move. He would just hold Justin's hand, and talk to him, or just stare at him.

Brian was sitting next to Justin, talking to him about something stupid, when Lindsey walked in the room. "Brian?" Brian looked at her.

"I'm not leaving."

"You should. It would do you some good to get some rest. And to see your son."

"What if something happens to him?"

"The doctors say that he's improving. Not a lot, but at least he's improving some."

"Fuck what the doctors say. They may say that he's improving, but something could still happen damn it!"

"Brian, calm down. I didn't mean to upset you."

"I know. It's just...hard...to see him like this." Brian looked at Justin.

"I know it's hard. I can't say I know what you're going through or how hard it is, but I know it's hard."

"I just wish I could switch places with him. He'd be wishing the same thing if it was switched."

"But really, you should get some rest, or at least eat something. It won't be good if you're a zombie when he wakes up. And you should really take a shower, and spend some time with Gus. He would really-"

"Wait. You said 'when he wakes up.'"

"Yeah, I did."

"Why? How do you know if he's gonna wake up or not?"

"I have hope, he'll wake up. My hopes aren't too high though."

"I just really hope he does. I just...have a feeling."

"So do I. Brian? You think you could just get some rest?"

"I can't. I can't."

"Gus wants to see you."

"I know, but I just can't leave. If I do then, I feel guilty. I feel like I should always be here when I can."

"There's no reason to feel guilty. You didn't do anything. It wasn't your fault." Those four words, brought back the memories of the prom, seeing Justin after he got out of the hospital, the way he acted. He started crying. Lindsey walked over to him, and hugged him. He cried on her shoulder.

When visiting hours were over, Brian went back to Lindsey and Melanie's house. When he walked in the front door, Gus ran over to him. "Daddy!" Brian picked him up.

"Hey sonny-boy."

"Where's Justin?"

"He's, um, he's...in the hospital Gus."

"Is Justin okay?"

"Well, it's like he's sleeping, but he won't wake up."

"Gus, come eat dinner." Lindsey called. She walked out from the kitchen and saw Brian standing there. Brian put Gus down and he ran to the kitchen.

"Hey Brian. Dinner's ready. You really need to eat something."

"I'm not hungry."

"I'll call Debbie, and don't act like you don't give a shit. She can even force you to do something."

"Fine, but I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Brian went upstairs. Brian looked in the mirror. Holy Fuck! I look like shit! He thought. He splashed water on his face, and looked at himself in the mirror. Maybe I should get some sleep, and eat something. But how can I do that, when all I think about is Justin? I have to try. It's what Justin will want me to do. I know it. After he dried his face, he went to the bathroom, and then went back downstairs. He went into the kitchen and sat down, next to Gus. Brian actually ate most of the food. He was surprised himself how much he ate.

After dinner, he played with Gus. He tried to push Justin to the side of his head. That way, he would think about him, but not forget him completely. Thank god Gus didn't talk about Justin, or ask about him. Brian thought that he wouldn't be able to handle it.

That night, Brian tried to fall asleep. All he thought about was Justin. Justin's smile, Justin's laugh, Justin's hair, Justin's smell, everything about Justin. He closed his eyes, and saw Justin. Just keep your eyes closed. You'll get to sleep. Nothing is going to happen to Justin. He's gonna wake up. He tried to convince himself. Eventually, he fell asleep.

The next morning, Lindsey came downstairs, and saw Brian sleeping. "Looks like he's finally asleep," Lindsey whispered to Melanie, as they walked to the kitchen.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish we could help him. Cheer him up."

"I know. It's sad to see him like this. He barely sees Gus, and he spends almost all of his time at the hospital. No matter what we try, he won't do anything. Debbie can usually force people, even Brian to do most things, but she just can't force him to do anything anymore."

"I know. What do you think we can do?"

"Honestly, nothing." They let Brian sleep, as long as he did. He slept all day and that night. He REALLY needed sleep.