Chapter 5-
Thanks to CaratGold and Thorn for the support there. I've found that writing is the way to keep my mind off of the reality, and just break away into my own fantasy world. I know he's okay, his closer friends that sit at his table aren't broken up, and he would have had an obituary, and our stupid principal would have talked for hours about how great he was. (Chris really is a nice kid, and whether he believes it or not, he is a wonderful person.) I'll continue with the story, now…
Oh god, what have I done?
Brian felt himself being plunged into a dark oblivion as he passed out, heaving all over his floor. He then came out of that obscurity, noticing that he could see his mortal body on the couch below him. Suddenly it occurred to him that he was having an out-of-body experience. He looked down on the body, lying face down on the couch, his vomit all over the floor and dribbling down the couch. *God, I am so Selfish.* He thought, his fluid form sitting in a chair, and burying his imaginary face into his non-existent knees.
Steve and Stefan were sitting in a secluded area behind the mall. They could see Brian's apartment building from where they sat. "Steve, Brian is only looking out for you. He's in a happy relationship right now, and he wants for you to be in one too!" Steve just grunted a little at this from Stefan. "I mean, how the hell was he supposed to know that that girl was a bitch. If I were straight, I would think she's a fox, but I'm not, so I can't technically say that." Stefan said. Steve smiled. "I guess so. I'm just, so." "So…?" "So jealous of you and Brian. You two have been in a relationship for little more than a week, and you two are practically wed, whereas I haven't had a proper relationship since my daughter's mother." Steve said. Stef softly stroked Steve's back and hair. "Yeah. I suppose I'd better fix things with Miss Molko." He said, standing up from the curb where they sat. Stef stood as well and looked at Steve with a mischievous smile. "Race you." He said. "Hey, no fair! Your legs are longer than mine! And you were a track star in school, or so Brian has told me!" Steve whined. Stefan pouted a little. "Fine. Five second head start. If I win, you have to kiss me. And I do mean french me. You win, I'll buy you that drum set that you wanted." Stefan said, clearly intending to win. "You're on!" Steve said, taking off. Stef counted to five and took off. He quickly caught up to Steve and passed him, running faster yet. He ran to the door to the apartment building, and waited for Steve. Steve caught up a few seconds later and looked up at Stefan. "You win." He muttered. "Yes, and you owe me a french kiss." Stefan smiled. He had a small crush on Steve, but he knew that Steve wasn't too keen on homosexuality. They went inside and up the stairs to some privacy. They stopped at Brian's door. Stefan looked down at Steve, who had not a clue how to kiss a guy. It had to be a lot different than kissing a girl, but he wasn't sure. He leaned up, closed his eyes, and tentatively brought his lips to Stefan's. A wave of excitement washed through him, and he gently opened Stef's mouth with his tongue. Stef knew this was weird for Steve, and so he gently poked his tongue back at Steve's. Steve enjoyed this feeling, and wished it would never stop. But it had to, and so they parted, Stefan surprised that Steve was such a good kisser. "Wow. That was… amazing." Stefan said. Steve could only nod and he turned and knocked on Brian's door, still groggy-minded after the kiss. He knocked again, and then Stefan began to pound. "Brian, Steve's here to apologize for what he said to you! I'm here to make everything wonderful again!" He yelled.
Brian's spirit form (from now on, he will be known as Spirit.) looked towards the door. He wasn't able to even tell Steve that he loved him. Or Stef. He wasn't able to forgive them, he wasn't able to hug them, and he wasn't able to do anything but watch as Stefan opened the door with the key that he had been given. He watched as his lover dropped to his knees in front of his body. "Brian! Steve! Call an ambulance!" He said, as he leaned down to his lover's body. He didn't want to move him so he rest on his backside, for if he started vomiting again, then he'd choke and die, just like Jimi Hendrix. He picked up one of the petite hands and began to stroke it. Steve hung up from dispatch and ran over to him. He began to sob with Stefan. They hugged each other, not knowing if their friend would make it. Stefan held on tight to Steve and tried his best to comfort him. Spirit smiled a little. If he did indeed die, then he knew that they would make a perfect couple. He wanted to say goodbye then, so that maybe they could be together. Just then, the paramedics came in and began to do CPR on Brian's tiny form. They told Steve and Stefan to get in the rig with them, as they carried Brian out on a stretcher. They hopped in, and Spirit hovered with them. They drove the rig to the hospital. There was a doctor named Malucci there. Stef would have found him rather attractive, Steve was as yet undecided, and Spirit wanted him, despite the grave situation. He was most obviously Italian, with his dark eyes and olive skin. He had full lips, the kind that were good for kissing. "Okay, what have we got?" He asked. "28 male, attempted suicide, swallowed a bunch of pills." The driver said. "Type?" "Unknown." The driver said. "Okay, Elizabeth! We need a tox screen, blood and urine. We also had better pump this kid's stomach and save his ass!" He shouted. Stefan and Steve were told to stay behind as their friend and lover was taken away. They were placed in chairs, hoping that he was okay. Pretty soon, the doctor, named Dave came out. "He should be okay. We were able to intubate, so we didn't have to make a crike, or an incision to his throat to help him breathe." "Intubate?" Steve asked, not a doctor, and far from it. "Put a tube down his throat to help him breathe, you idiot!" Stefan said, flirting with the handsome doctor. "I'm Dave Malucci, by the way." He said. "Stefan Olsdal. This is my friend Steve." He introduced. "Charmed." "Can I go in and see him?" Stefan asked. Dave looked at him. Only family and…" "I'm his lover." Dave nodded. "Okay. I'm a sucker for love." He said. This left Steve and Dave alone. Steve looked a little more than just shook up. "He'll be okay, I promise." Dave said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Steve nodded a little, still scared, but feeling better. "Well, I you seem like a good guy. I'm off shift, and I could take you to the lounge, and we can wait for your friend." Dave offered. "I'd like that." Steve said.
An hour later, they were in the lounge, joking around. Dave looked at Steve. "So, you've lived here all your life?" Dave asked. "Other that touring, and all that bullshit, yeah." Steve said. "Mmm. I used to work in Chicago. I transferred here after my friend, Elizabeth Corday's husband was killed in a car wreck." "The curly haired lady?" Steve asked. Dave nodded sadly. "She said she wanted to come home, and so I offered to go with her for a few weeks, but I ended up staying. I love it here." Dave said. "So, are you dating her, or something?" Steve asked. Dave almost choked on his coffee. "No! I like her, and all, but she was Mark's, and she isn't ready to be anyone but Mark's yet." Dave said. "Oh. I know what that feels like." Steve said, sadly remembering his daughter's mother, Sandra. Dave put a hand on his shoulder gently, seemingly knowing. Steve smiled at him, softly. They sat in silence for the next few moments. Steve was the one to break the silence. "Will he ever be able to sing again?" Dave nodded. "Of course he will! He had better quit smoking, especially if he wants to sing anymore." Steve smiled. "Good." He said.
Meanwhile Stefan and Brian were together, Brian still unconscious. Stefan squeezed his lover's hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed it. He admired the long, perfectly slender fingers. The ones that were absolutely perfect for playing the guitar or the piano. He kissed each of the fingers and smiled. Spirit suddenly felt himself being pulled by something strange. Through his eyes, everything was fading and He felt himself being dragged into that familiar blackness again.
Stefan perked up as Brian began to move around, and opened his eyes. He jerked around, motioning to his tube. Stefan called for a doctor. Dave and Steve came running into the room. "Okay, Brian. I'm going to remove the tube. I want you to exhale on the count of 3. Ready? 1…2…3!" He said, pulling the tube out of Brian's throat. He began to retch, but he didn't have anything but the dry heaves. Stefan was the first thing he laid eyes on. Stefan looked furious, but loving. He raised one of his bony hands and slapped Brian on the cheek. Brian didn't move from there. He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to see the angry face he expected. Stefan looked at the sight. "Don't you ever try that shit again, Brian! I love you, and can't stand to see you do this to yourself!" Brian began to cry, mixing in an apology to all of them. Steve ran to the other side of the bed and kissed Brian's cheek. "I'm sorry, Brian. Forgive me?" He whispered. Brian smiled and nodded. They tentatively joked, and pretty soon, they were laughing like a bunch of madmen. Dave had to leave, and it left the three friends together alone. Stefan looked at Steve. "Guess what Stevey did today." He said, slyly. Brian looked up. "What?" Steve groaned and buried his face in his hands. "He frenched me." Brian nearly exploded with joy. "God Damn, you were right!" Brian said. "He hasn't decided what he is yet, all I know is, he enjoyed it." Brian reached out and rubbed Steve's hair. "It's not all that bad, Steve. You just might find yourself to like it." He said. Steve turned red beneath his hands. Brian could tell, but didn't say anything. "So, Stef, is he a good kisser?" He asked. Stef nodded and grinned.
Brian was released a few days later, again in a wheelchair. Steve volunteered to help Brian out. On their way out, Malucci came to the exit. "Hey, I hope you do okay. Don't try it again. You broke Steve's heart. A-And Stef's too." Brian smiled and stood up from the wheelchair. He noticed the awkwardness between Steve and Dave. He sensed the tension between the two of them. He took one hand and grasped Steve's. He used the other to seize Dave's. He brought the two hands together and then turned and left with Stefan, leaving Dave and Steve looking at each other, holding hands.
Shall I continue?
I know, not much to do with ER, but I decided to add it in. How about that? I wasn't going to convert Steve, but I did. I have found that writing keeps my mind off of my friend and his state. He should be returning to classes Monday, and I won't fret about it anymore.