Hayner's knuckles were white from gripping the side of his chair. His heart beat so fast he thought it was about to burst out of his chest and tap dance.
"Calm down, lamer. It's only a clinic." Seifer said from his seat next to the wounded blond. He sat, relaxed in his chair, his head resting on the wall with his eyes closed, like he had been there a dozen or more times.
"Trust me', you said. 'it's just Fuu's mom', you said. Now I'm in a fucking clinic." Hayner growled, gritting his teeth.
"Look, Ms. Leere didn't have everything she needed to put you back together right, so we had to come here. Bitching won't make this any easier, so just fucking relax." Seifer opened one eye slightly to peek at the smaller blonde.
Hayner didn't say anything but continued to grip the chair. Seifer sighed and opened his eyes. Blue met brown as Seifer stared at him for a long while before sighing again and prising Hayner's hand from the chair. "If you keep doing that you're going to break something." Hayner bit the inside of his lip and waited for the older boy to let go of his hand so he could fist it on the inside of his jean. But the bully didn't, instead threading his fingers though Hayner's before going back to resting his head against the wall.
Hayner didn't complain.
They sat like that for awhile before Hayner gave Seifer's much larger hand a small squeeze. A few minutes later Hayner jumped when he felt Seifer squeeze back, and turned bright red when he heard the other boy chuckle.
This continued, Hayner softly squeezing Seifer's hand and a few minutes later Seifer returning it until Ms. Leere walked into the waiting room.
"Sorry that took so long, boys." She held a clipboard to her chest. "I'm ready for you now, Hayner."
The blonde gulped and felt Seifer squeeze one last time before letting go. "I'll be right here when you get back, Chickenwuss." He said, and for some reason the old insult sent shivers down his spine.
"Alright, Hayner, you're all done." Fuu's mom patted his back and got up to throw her gloves away. Seifer hadn't lied; she didn't ask him how he'd gotten to be in such bad shape even once while stitching his skin back together. "Come see me again if any of them open, and I'm prescribing you something for the pain."
Hayner nodded and worked past the lump in his throat he'd had since he'd taken off his shirt. "I'd also like you to wear this brace and sling for at least two weeks and then come see me to make sure your arm healed right." She handed him a small piece of paper with writing on it along with the brace and sling.
"Um, how much is the-" Hayner started but was promptly cut off.
"Don't worry about a thing, it's free of charge." She smiled at him. "But I'm sure Seifer has already left a fifty in my donations jar." She shook her head and laughed slightly as she ushered him out the door.
Hayner was slightly nervous as he walked down the little hallway that led from the exam room to the waiting room. Would Seifer still be out there? It had taken an awfully long time for everything to be done… had he left already? Why did Hayner even care?
The brown-eyed boy stopped just before he reached the second door and put a hand over his heart. Why was it beating so fast? Why was he so afraid Seifer wouldn't be out there?
He moved his hand from his chest to the doorknob, took a deep breath and turned the handle.
He heard the voice before he saw the flaming red hair. Axel sat next to a very angry looking Seifer. They were speaking in hushed tones and stopped when they noticed Hayner standing in the doorway.
Rule Eight of Lying: Never trust someone who knows the truth.
Seifer's eyes burned into Hayner with a rage that reminded the smaller blonde of his father. They made him want to run away again, the pleasant feeling he'd had a few moments ago forgotten.
"Thanks." Seifer's tone was clipped and cold as he nodded to Axel.
"Anytime." He gave Seifer a nod in return before turning his eyes on Hayner. He opened his mouth to speak, but then quickly shut it with a shake of his head before walking out.
"C'mon." Seifer grabbed Hayner's arm and hauled him out of the building and into his truck.
Seifer didn't say one word the whole trip and neither did Hayner. The smaller boy was too focused on praying that Axel hadn't told Seifer what he knew.
The truck jerked to a halt and Hayner looked up to see the parking lot of Seifer's condo.
"Um…" he chewed his lip, unsure whether or not to say that he really needed to go home. He stole a glance at the bully. He was sitting with his head against the steering wheel, his hands turning white from their grip
"No." It was short and very angry.
"What…" Hayner said so quietly he wasn't sure if Seifer heard him.
"No!" Seifer said again, hitting the steering wheel with his hand. "I won't let you go back there." He sat up and stared at Hayner, his eyes blazing.
"What are-"
"Don't play fucking dumb! Your father! Your fucking father!"
"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" Hayner threw the door of the truck open with his good arm and took off running before Seifer was even out of the vehicle. He heard the cry of,
"Hayner!" behind him but didn't stop.
He couldn't.
I AM SO SORRY! I know it took forever! Shit happened and I haven't felt like writing-hell I still don't. Sorry if this chapter seams to have no soul in it. I don't know how long it will be till I update again, but with summer coming it shouldn't be too long. Review? Please? Oh, also, if your confused as to why he's running, all will be explained in the next chapter! :)
