Takes place after Hell Night.

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2. Love

Derek rushed through the hallways, his footsteps sounding hollow as he made his way through the hospital. His body hurt, his vision was foggy and every step he made boomed through his head like someone smashed a hammer on it. But he didn't care. He had to see them. He had to see his best friends.

He skidded around a corner—nearly colliding with an annoyed looking nurse—and opened the door to the ward where he was told Julian lay. When he reached the right room, he took a deep breath before he slowly pushed open the door.

The first thing Derek saw were green eyes looking up at him and Logan immediately jumped from his seat, leaping towards his friend and throwing his arms around him. Derek hugged him back just as fiercely.

"Are you alright?" Logan whispered hoarsely. "Are you alright?" He sounded close to breaking down and Derek swallowed thickly, almost afraid to look at the person lying in the bed next to them.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat, slowly untangling himself from Logan's embrace. "I'm alright. Got a concussion and my head hurts like hell—but I'll be alright. What—what about you? And—and—" he turned towards the bed with wide eyes and he bit his tongue when he saw Julian. "What about him?"

"I'm fine," Logan muttered and he turned around, sinking in his chair and pulling up his knees to his chest as he stared at Julian. "Jules is sleeping. The doctors and nurses say he's going to be fine… but… but I don't know—"

"…why?" Derek whispered as he moved towards the bed and leaned forward to grab Julian's hand. He felt cold and weak and not at all how the actor usually was. Julian's breaths were shallow and uneven, and he frowned in his sleep, like he was having some horrid nightmare. He probably was.

"He's…" Logan shook his head, not able to find the right words. "He's blaming himself. And—and in the Art Hall—Adam—he was holding a knife to his throat."

Derek looked at him, absolutely horrified. "What happened?"

"Adam forced him to tell—to tell me—" Logan bit his lip and he couldn't continue, shutting his eyes as the memories leaped back at him—but Derek understood immediately and his grasp on Julian's hand tightened.

"He told you—?" he choked out. He'd wanted Julian to confess for such a long time… but not like this… this wasn't how it was supposed to be… this wasn't how it was supposed to go at all…

"Yeah," Logan whispered and he wiped away a lonely tear. "Yeah, he told me everything. And Adam was holding that knife to his throat the entire time—and—and it was—it was awful—"

Derek stared at Logan as his world crumbled apart, as his two best friends felt so broken and so defeated, as he didn't know how to put them back together again. Would they ever get over this?

Under his grasp, Julian stirred and his eyes fluttered open. He looked feverish as his gaze darted from Logan to Derek. He mumbled something, but Derek didn't understand and he leaned closer to him. Logan walked over to the other side of the bed and took Julian's other hand.

"Jules?"

The actor frowned, eyes closing again as the light was too bright for them. "Hm?"

"Are you—are you alright?" Derek asked.

Julian's frown got deeper and he scowled as he replied. "You idiots," he murmured, fingers curling tighter around his friends'. "Lying in a hospital bed—clearly not alright—"

Logan raised his eyebrows, lips tugging up in a weak smile. Derek exhaled shakily, relieved that Julian was well enough to be sarcastic. He shook his head, his eyes brimming with tears. "God, I thought you two were dead… Don't even do that again, you stupid, stupid morons—"

Logan's gaze softened as he looked up at his friend and Julian peeked at him from under his lashes. He smiled softly, his cheeks gaining back some color. "Love you, guys," he muttered, his voice unstable and cracking at the end.

"Me too," Logan whispered, and even though he was uncomfortable with the emotional atmosphere, it felt right at the moment. He felt alright with his friends. His best friends.

Derek stared at them for a long time and he reached out with his free hand, grabbing Logan's and squashing hard. It hurt, but for once, Logan didn't complain.

"Love you guys too."