The Needless Angst Fic

Jake stares at the linoleum floor. It's grey and white with darker grey flecks. The tv is on, but it's on mute and has something to do with some Hollywood starlet he doesn't care about.

God, he hates this place. Its smells like piss and old people.

He tightens his grip on Amir's hand, though he probably wouldn't notice. Lying in the hospital bed, it's so strange to see him so...normal. He's not figiditing in his sleep for once, or making strange noises. That might be a bad sign.

Every time. Every single time Amir does something so stupidly life threatening, Jake is here, by his side waiting for him to wake up. By this point, the nurses knew them pretty well, bending the rules a bit to allow him to stay past visiting hours, even though he wasn't family. Then again, Linford stopped coming to handle these things a while ago, so did Amir's mother.

The worst part wasn't that Jake would be resentful of this lost time, or that Amir wouldn't be aware of how carelessly he was towards his life (and how he will probably do something worse tomorrow). It just kept going on, the status quo slowly killing it...whatever it was they had, and Jake had come to accept the lack of resolution in his life. He knew it couldn't be neatly tied up like a script with a funny joke at the end.

The worst part was this in-between time- when there was time to think. The inconsistencies, the "goofs," the minor attrocites, none of it made any sense. One day Amir would ruin his life, the next he'd be doing the same thing. Who acted like that in real life anyway?

Was he the one who needed to wake up from this? Or was he slowly going crazy too?

There was a faint rustle. The previously motionless figure was now trying to kick the sheets off himself while he was still asleep.

He heard Amir mutter something about candle wax (at least he was remembering yesterday's events).

"It's ok, I'm here." As of it made a difference anymore.

"We're still Gullies right?" Dammit. He's going to...

"Gullies forever, man." He said it again, automatically. That term's lost all meaning even to Amir at this point, why was he even...

"Goodnight, Jake."

He sighed, "Goodnight, Amir.