Two days, two fucking days is how Dallas sat in that God damn metal chair. He hadn't even got through a pack of cigarettes in 48 hours, must be a miracle. Two days before Jay finally decided to open his eyes, although he didn't show it; Dally was relieved.
With a few threats towards the staff and a couple of walls being punched, Dallas got to sit in Jays room until he finally decided to wake up.
A pair of dark blue eyes fluttered open accompanied by a groan from a mixture of pain and confusion. Jay waited for his eyes to properly focus before looking around the room, the average hospital room. He spotted a figure which seemed to be sleeping in an uncomfortable position next to his bed, he wore dirty clothes and his hair was stuck up in all kinds of directions. Dally.
His arm ached something awful and his whole body was throbbing, but the pain was bare able. He groaned again and sat up groggily, Dallas' head shot up immediately and he gasped. His face wasn't cut up too bad mostly bruised but he looked like shit, I guess he really does care.
"Look who finally decided to wake up," He looked exhausted and Jay couldn't help feel a little sorry for him.
"Mhmm." Jay grunted.
Dallas was fully sat up in his chair now and was leaning towards Jays bed with a sympathetic face on him, he'd only seen that face once before and that was when Luke died. He cringed at the memory and shook his head asif to banish it from his thoughts.
"You okay?" Dally questioned wiping the sleep out of his eyes, in over 48 hours he's gotten about two hours sleep and he was starting to feel a little delirious. Jay didn't answer but sadly sighed and shook his head.
"What's goin' on in that weird ass head of yours?" Dallas asked looking at him curiously.
"...Luke." Jay answered quietly looking down at his subconsciously twiddling thumbs. Dallas gave a long sigh and rubbed his face with his hands.
"Kid-" He began before being interrupted.
"Nah, Dal its fine - You should go home and sleep, man." Jay smiled sadly at his older brother and propped his self up in the hospital bed.
"I will, man. But you need to realize that it wasn't your fault he died, kiddo." Dallas sadly told him, this was getting a little lovey dovey but he had to be told. Jay never got over Luke's death, him and Luke had been together at the time and unfortunately Jay saw it happen from start to finish. For some reason Jay has convinced himself that it was completely his fault.
Jay nodded and lay back down onto the bundle of pillows. "I'm serious though, go home and get cleaned up - you look homeless." Jay grinned but then grimaced at the colour of his cast, fucking orange. Dally gave a halfhearted chuckle and shook his head - "Hows the cast?" He smirked.
"Love it," Jay mumbled before drifting back off to sleep. He should be out in a day or so, thank god. Dallas smiled and walked over to the bed where his younger brother was sleeping. "It's not your fault, Jay." He said quietly before walking back to Bucks to get changed.
(JAY POV)
Three weeks later.
I'm almost as good as new now, apart from my cast of course. A fucking orange cast. I was spending the day inside, we were on Christmas break but it was nearing the end now. Dallas was out, I wondered where he was, i hadn't seen him in a while. Probably off with some girl or off doing a crime or off knitting for all I fucking know. he doesn't tell me anything. A knock at the door startled me a little, I opened the worn down door to be faced with a serious looking woman dressed in a suit type thing. Fuck.
"Jayson Winston?" She asked formally, looking down at me through her glasses that were resting on the end of her nose. I nodded and she didn't wait for an invitation to come in, she just sat down on the sofa.
"Are your parents here?" She asked, I swallowed a lump forming in my throat and took a seat as far away as possible from her. "No." I answered bluntly not sparing her a glance. If I know rightly she's a social worker, just fucking brilliant.
"Ah that's right, you live with your brother - Dallas, is it?" She said with an annoying little smile, how she found us here I don't know.
"Yeah, why?" I asked getting a little annoyed, she only gave me another one of her little smiles.
"Your father has been looking for you, he would like you to return to him; without your brother." - "and as he is your parent, I will have to ask you by law to pack your things." She told me, this made my blood boil.
"What the fuck? No! I'm not going. No way in hell." I shouted at her, standing up from my chair. As soon as I said this Dallas came striding through the door, I don't think i've ever seen him that angry. Not even when Tim got him arrested for something he didn't do.
"Jay I must insist you go now or I will have to get you forcibly removed." She concluded, I opened my mouth to say something but Dallas completely exploded.
"He's not fucking going, even if you forcibly remove him" He added air quotation marks on the last part - "And if he goes, I'll just get him again." He said calmly at the end. I snickered and agreed with him.
"I'm sorry, sir but I have to tell you that he will be returning to New York with his father- I will inform you with further details later." And with that she swiftly walked out of the door and down the steps to avoid any other confrontation.
I felt tears begin to well in my eyes and I sat back down onto the sofa to try and compose myself. Things are so bad in New York, even saying the name of the place makes me feel sick. People think that getting jumped in Tulsa is bad; Hell, compared to the ones where I'm from its like getting licked by a dog. Dad probably wants me back so he can use me as a punching bag again.
"You ain't goin' back to that fucking drunk, over my dead body will you."
A/N
Okay, just to point out that i know nothing on law and stuff so I apologize if things are wrong.
This is a really crappy chapter, I wrote it really quick:(
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