When Your Best Friend...
A/N: Here's chapter two. I think this story will be about five chapters long then I return to my comfort zone of third person omniscient past tense. Next I'm hoping to post a more in depth post "Dirty" story to follow up where "Flames of Foresight" left off. Thanks to my reviewer.
As you sit in a hospital waiting room and wait to be told you can see him, you wonder what you're gonna do now that you're aware of your own feelings. When your fiancé rushes in with a cup of coffe for you, you feel guilty.
When Max shows up things get worse. As Max berates you for allowing this to happen, you can't help but feel he's right. When Donnie gets in Max's face, telling him to shut up and sit down, you lose it.
You pull Donnie back as in a half yell, half sob you force out the words "He's right!" The admission takes more out of you than you expected it to and you sink into a chair. You are ridiculously aware of their eyes on you as you fiddle with a bandage on the back of your left hand where hot embers struck you when you went back in for Daniel.
You want to burst into full blown tears but you can't, something inside you makes you furiously blink them back and attempt to swallow the lump in your throat. When you next speak, your voice is much softer and the two men have to lean in to hear you "I should have checked out the situation more thoroughly before I took Daniel there."
Donnie drops into a seat beside you, wrapping an arm around you and offering you words of comfort. You don't have the heart to push him away. It's not the time or place to tell him you're falling out of love with him. You haven't quite figured out how to tell him you love someone else.
