Gently,Kevin stroked his boyfriends head.
He had been there the whole day, comforting his boyfriend and waiting for a date for the surgery to be set.

The doctor decided it would be best if the intervention was made as soon as possible, so they decided to do it in the same night.

"No, I am not leaving. I'll stay until you woke up again." Kevin protested.
Sighing, Connor let his fingers run through his hair.

He was tired, they gave him a lot of painkillers and having to worry over his boyfriend overreacting was a bit too much.
"Kevin, please. Go home, rest a bit and tomorrow you can bring me some of my stuff,okay?"
Kevin pouted about to protest, but Connor didn't let him.

"I'll sleep till tomorrow morning anyway. I don't want you to be awake all night. And you need to get some of my things anyway."
He caressed Kevins cheek,smirking.
"And make sure you shower and shave. You look horrible."

The doctor already mentioned that Connor would have to stay in hospital for a while. After they would have reconnected the tendons, he needed to go through rehab, since he barely even could walk anymore.

Defeated, Kevin sighed.
"I'll call Arnold to pick me up."

He leaned down to press a long and lovely kiss onto his boyfriends lips.
"But expect me to be back with you very early tomorrow."

The injured dancer just gave him a small, sleepy and a bit sad smile.
"I love you.", he mumbled, leaning back into the pillow, slowly closing his eyes to let sleep overwhelm him.

"Love you,too.", Kevin said with a small smile as he watched his love fall asleep.
Before he left, he pressed another kiss onto his boyfriends forehead, quietly leaving the hospital room.

After he called Arnold to pick him up, he wasn't in the mood to walk the whole way back and he couldn't take a taxi since he didn't had any money on him, he sat on a bench outside of the hospital.

Having a hard time not to think too much, Kevin just looked at the sky. The sun was setting and Kevin realized that he actually had no idea what time it was.

He just tried to think about nothing that might make him feel even more down.
"Kevin?", he heard a familiar voice saying.

He looked up to see his best friend, looking at him with a worried expression on his face.
"Hey." He only reponsed, his voice a bit raspy, clearly exhausted.

Arnold sat next to him, putting his hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently.
"How is he?", he carefully asked.

"Not too good. He can't move his left leg right now and even if they successfully fix it..."
"I am sure they will. I mean, it gets easier and easier nowadays to fix stuff like that,right?"
Arnold interrupted.

"Might be true. But gosh,Arnold, I am so worried. What when he's never ever able to dance again?", Kevin said. Sighing, he buried his head in his hands.

He felt Arnolds chubby hand caressing his back, trying to comfort him.
"Lets get you home first,buddy. He look like you really could need some sleep. And a shower.", he said, smiling.

Kevin ran a hand through his hair, smiling back at him.
As the two young men walked to Arnolds car, the chubby man let out a small chuckle of sympathy.

"You were really rushing to come here, weren't you?"
Kevin looked at his best friend, confused.

"Of course I would hurry to be here as fast I could. You would,too if it was about Nabulungi. Why are saying this?", he said, almost offended, sure his friend made fun of his current appereance. He knew that he looked like a homeless person right now and didn't want to hear about it.

"Your shoes. They don't match.", Arnold said, holding back anoher chuckle.
The brunette raised his brows as he looked down his feet, a red, cotton sneaker on one feet, a black,leather shoe on the other.

"Oh.", he only said.

Both men looked at eachother before they broke into a laughing fit.

Again, Kevin was thankful he had him as his best friend. His carefree and sometimes silly attitude was always able to bring some light into every dark moment.